0 comments/  9753 views/  1 favorites

Scent of "Jasmine"

By: eroticjuggalo



The first girl I can actually remember fantasizing about is a black girl I went to school with I will call "Jasmine". Jasmine looked pretty good, but wasn't anywhere near as good looking as some of the other black girls I went to school with.

She had a slender build, She was probably about 115lbs and was about 5 feet 8 inches tall. Her breasts were on the small side and she had a ghetto booty, only hers wasn't like the typical ghetto booty.

It wasn't fat, it just stuck out a little more then a normal ass would. I remember, I couldn't wait to see her on some days, because she would sometimes wear these tight jeans that I really liked her in.

I never started fantasizing about Jasmine until she had graduated from school and she had gotten a job at a store right down the street from my house. I was already a frequent customer of that particular store, but once she started working there I would scrounge up what ever money I could so I could go down there and talk to her. The one and only fantasy I have about Jasmine still sticks with me till this day. I've talked to her on the Internet since I actually seen her last and she still looks like she did in High School.

In my fantasy, I go down to the store to pick up a couple of note books and a few packs of pens for school and when I am done shopping, I stay and talk to Jasmine for a few minutes. Jasmine out of no where asks me if I had any porno movies that she could come over and watch with me. I tell her that I had a few and if she wanted to come over she could. She told me to wait about twenty minutes for her that the store was about to close and her shift would be over by then. She rings my stuff up for me and I go outside and wait. Not long after, Jasmine comes walking out of the store, and the manager locks the door behind her.

Jasmine and I start walking to my house, we talk about school and work and stuff like that and we have a pretty fun time during out walk to my house. When we get there, no one is home so Jasmine and I go up into my room to watch the movie. Jasmine sits on the futon I had in my room, and there was already a tape in the VCR so I just pushed play, and let it go. I stood there for a minute watching the movie, then I told Jasmine to make herself at home, that I'd be back in a minute I had to take a pee.

I run down the hall way to the bathroom and do my business and a couple minutes later I walk about down the hall way to my bed room. When I opened the door to my room, I noticed Jasmine's right hand moving slowly up and down inside the front of her jeans. I just walked by her never saying anything and sat in my chair. I watched the movie for a minute, then I heard Jasmine say something to me, but wasn't sure what she said. "You saw me fingering myself?" She asked again. I just told her the truth. "I saw you doing something, but wasn't really sure if that's what you were doing." After I got done saying that. I watched her start to zip and button her jeans back up.

"Are you done?" I asked her. "Well, it's your house I..." I cut her off mid sentence. "Oh go ahead, give yourself a good time.' Jasmine unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans again and I watched her stick her right hand down the front on them inside the maroon panties with black lacey type material around the band, then I turned and continued watching the movie.

"You wanna see my Pussy?" Jasmine asks, "Sure, if wanna show it to me." Jasmine lifted herself up and pulled her jeans and panties off and they fell to her ankles. I got out of the chair and sat next to her on the futon. She kind of spun her legs toward me and spread them open a little. Jasmine had a thick patch of black hair, it was a lot, but it was nicely shaped up and trimmed in all the right places. Then she spread herself open to give me a look inside.

She played with herself for a minute while I watched, then she told me she wanted to see my cock. I stood up and started pulling my cock through the fly of my pants, It wasn't out for more then two seconds when she grabbed it and started sucking it. I watched her lips move back and forth on my Cock and it felt great. I held her head as she sucked and pushed it back and forth. She started licking the head of my cock with her bright pink tongue. Then she told me she wanted my cock insider her.

Jasmine got up and bent over the arm of my futon with her jeans bunched around her ankles and I walked up behind her and eased my cock into her. I began pumping slowly, and she turned around and smiled at me. I began fucking her harder and faster and she started moaning a bit. She grabbed my right hand and guided it up to her tits and I began squeezing them as I fucked her. I fucked her doggy style for a few minutes then she turned over, laid on her back and raised her legs. Her jeans were still bundled around her ankles and her belt was clinking as she moved around.

I pulled her to the edge of the cushion then I put my cock back inside her and started fucking her again. After a few more minutes, I was ready to cum. Jasmine sat up, grabbed my cock and started sucking it again. Another minute later I grabbed my cock from her mouth and started jerking it. She closed her eyes and mouth tightly and I began cumming all over her face. The clean and white strands of cum stood out against her dark skin and it looked so good.

I shot three huge streams all over her face, one of them stretching from her chin all the way to her forehead. One on the left cheek bone and it stopped just short of getting in her eye. The third steam shot across the bridge of her nose, and then four little steams landed on her tightly clenched lips. After I was done cumming, I stepped back and looked at her, Jasmine laid there silently and looked at me with a face full of cum, almost like she didn't like it. Her lips moved up and down in a "Chewing" motion. I thought it was funny as hell. 

I told Jasmine to stay there and I ran into the bathroom to get her a towel to wipe my cum from her face. When I got back into my room, Jasmine was still laying there, her pants still down around her ankles her lips were still moving in the same chewing motion and she was looking off into no where. I handed her the towel and she wiped my cum off. She tossed the towel into my pile of dirty clothes and reached down to pull her pants up. After that, I walked her half way home and then went back home myself.

Scent Of Jasmine



The suspense was gnawing at me and I was in an agony of indecision. 

I spun around to see if anyone was watching me but everywhere I looked I saw flowers and foliage. Huge ostentatious bunches of roses, baskets stuffed with peonies and poppies, chrysanthemums, orchids, pansies, tiger-lilies and hundreds of different plants and shrubs all blending to create a kaleidoscope of color and a variety of floral displays at Garden World's Garden Design Exhibition. 

Everyone appeared to be immersed in the breathtaking beauty of the gardens, strolling through the walkways, admiring the settings, journeying from the tranquility of the Zen gardens to the geometric elegance of formal patio gardens to the well-planned disorder of the quaint country gardens. My creation; a lock-up and go townhouse-style garden, was getting its fair share of admiration but no-one was paying me any undue attention. 

I took a deep shaky breath. The wash of different fragrances that hung in the air seemed to overpower me as I glanced over at Meredith trying desperately to decide whether or not I should share my dilemma with her. 

Meredith was my boss and one of those earth-mother types with her feet firmly planted on the ground, but we were as different as night and day. While I liked to think of myself as a landscape artist who painted with plants and made gardens sexy by creating evocative spaces that provided a retreat from the stresses of daily life, she was a qualified horticulturalist and environmental activist who was immersed in an organic revolution. Her aim was to stamp out all chemicals, hormones and gene-splitting which she said were more dangerous than actual warfare. 

But for now she was flushed and happy, totally in her element promoting the benefits of natural organic planting to anyone who cared to stop at her garden which she'd christened 'Hot Food.' It was a bright contemporary Mexican-themed kitchen garden with cilantro, lemon trees, tomatoes, chili peppers, purple sage and a variety of greens and herbs. Her latest campaign was to get schools to teach compulsory classes in agriculture because, "Kids need to know that food does not grow in supermarkets," she reiterated whenever she got the opportunity.

I had jokingly suggested that she incorporate some of the huge carrots and zucchinis in her garden display that she'd harvested from her organic farm and call them 'Naturally Orgasmic' instead of' 'Naturally Organic' because some of those babies could definitely serve a dual purpose as well as revive great interest in veggie growing. She hadn't been amused but I'd noticed a faint blush creep up her throat which made me laugh. I wondered whether I'd touched a stimulated nerve or at the very least, given her some ideas that didn't involve salads. 

No! I decided emphatically as I watched Meredith push back a mousy strand of hair which had escaped from beneath her straw hat. There was no way I could tell her about the letters, even though she may've seen who'd dropped them off.

To be honest, I hadn't given any real thought to the silly sing-song lilt in the green envelope that I'd discovered yesterday on the small display table beside our brochures and business cards. 

'Jasmine, Jasmine with eyes so green. You're the prettiest flower that I've ever seen.'

Oh sure, I'd been mildly flattered when I'd read it but I'd laughed it off. Hundreds of people had visited the exhibition because it was Sunday and my guess was that some joker was having a little fun. But when I got back from a coffee break to discover a second green envelope in the same place I got a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. Two days in a row was more than a little fun. It was deliberate. 

I inched the white embossed page out of the envelope. The writing was the same but the words were very different.

'Dear Jasmine,

Do you know how you look when you think no-one is watching? I wonder if you have ever studied the dark depths of your own eyes, the wild grace of your tawny hair in the breeze, the stubborn line of your chin and the perfect curve of your breasts.

If only I could watch you slowly peel off your clothes to reveal the silky smoothness of your skin, every hill and valley of your body's landscape and the petals of your secret garden.'

The hills and valleys of my body? The petals of my secret garden! Fuck, what was this? Some hopeless gardening stalker writing a delicate dirty letter? 

A shiver raced along my spine as I again scrutinized the faces of the people wandering about. All I saw were avid gardeners hunting down new ideas, grannies carrying pots of violets and a mother trying to do damage control with a toddler's melting ice-cream cone. Nobody was remotely interested in me, let alone watching me. It was just another lazy afternoon at Garden World. 

Except it wasn't. 

Someone was fantasizing about me and sending me notes.

Maybe even stalking me. 

My reaction was alarming. I kept telling myself that two bullshit fan letters from someone with a green envelope fetish and too much spare time were supposed to be ignored. At the very least they were supposed to frighten me. But instead, adrenaline shot through my veins in a hot rush, my pulse raced and tingles rippled across my fevered skin.

I was excited. 

Goddammit! What was I? Some kind of pathetic freak who didn't have enough excitement in her life?

I wondered fleetingly if it was a last supreme effort on the part of my ex-boyfriend to get me back. In the three months since we'd split, he'd tried several times but this didn't have his stamp on it at all. He was more of the conventional type who'd resort to phone calls and gifts. There was no chance he could've dreamed up something this original or daring. 

"Jasmine, shouldn't you be leaving now if you're going to make it in time for that 5pm appointment?" Meredith's voice rang out. "You don't want to be late, and there's still traffic to get through."

I gathered up my car keys and shoved the green envelope into my handbag. "Yeah okay I'm on my way," I said.

"And remember, I told you that the client said he might be a few minutes late, so you just wait if necessary." She gave me one of her don't-argue-with-me looks as she babbled on. "He mentioned something about being away on business tomorrow and we really don't want to lose the opportunity to quote on this one as soon as possible."

It took all my self control not to roll my eyes. Meredith could nag. That was another reason why I couldn't possibly share the letters with her. Not only would she be shocked and outraged, but she'd nag the shit out of me until we knew who it was.

***

The private estate where my prospective client lived was secluded and exclusive. That much was obvious as the guard at the controlled access entrance waved me through and told me where to find the house. The estate was made up of free- standing bush lodge styled homes with thatched roofs and viewing decks. Each house, while completely private and walled off from its neighbor, had its own garden and overlooked a woodland nature reserve which surrounded the entire complex. It was uniquely beautiful and from the moment I drove in I got the impression of being away from the hustle and bustle of city life in the very heart of rugged and untouched nature. The buzz of the central business district was just a couple of miles up the road, but you'd never know it.

I wondered what he did for a living. Clearly something that paid mega bucks given what the cost of owning a prime piece of real estate like this was that could cater to nature lovers who also enjoyed the yuppie scene. No wonder Meredith had been so anxious to get me to the appointment on time; mingled in with the smell of woodland soil she was getting the powerful whiff of money. 

I forced back a twinge of envy. Perhaps if I hadn't given up the challenge of a corporate career to work in gardening and landscaping I might've been able to afford a place like this some day. Still, I mused, big corporate salaries came with lots of stresses and irritating corporate assholes. I remembered the one who walked past my office where I had Georgia O'Keefe's exquisite 'Black Iris' painting proudly displayed and asked a colleague, "So who's the babe with the pussy hanging on her wall?" After that he undoubtedly had me pegged as one of those types who would screw her way up to the top.

In defense of the artist, I have to say that O'Keefe created her close up paintings of flowers with no sexual imagery in mind, although critics have constantly tried to imply that she did. There's nothing to be said in defense of the corporate prick. His idea of art was probably his cum-splattered Playboy centerfolds. 

But strangely, gazing at that painting that day, at the way the layered petals opened in sensuous folds to reveal a mysterious darker core I had to admit there was perhaps more to the Black Iris than met the eye and the realization suddenly dawned on me that part of the reason why I'd fallen in love with plants and flowers was because they were sensual. As it turned out they were alluring enough to catapult my corporate career aspirations straight out of the window. 

Both parking bays outside Mr Milner's house were available as I pulled up and glanced at my watch. Fifteen minutes to go before our scheduled appointment and there was no sign of him, but an unlatched side gate which led into his property caught my eye. It was usual to get the guided tour around the garden from the client but I preferred, where possible, to get a private peek at it beforehand. It always helped to get a preliminary idea of what their taste in gardening was and to evaluate the number of planting mistakes that would have to be rectified or somehow incorporated into the new design. And so like Goldilocks, I pushed open the gate and went in. 

Late afternoon sunlight splintered through the branches of the trees that grew in the forest along the outside perimeter of the estate. Palisade fencing had been erected at the bottom of the garden to separate the property from the nature reserve while preserving a full view of all its exotic vegetation and the primeval giant ferns that reared up everywhere. Brightly colored birds swooped and plunged through the trees. I looked up and glimpsed a bright red flash, a crested barbet and a pair of starlings.

This was the kind of place to sleep with the doors and windows wide open, I mused as my eyes took in the setting. Perfect to cuddle in bed late at night lulled to sleep by the nocturnal sounds of nature or sit on the upstairs deck with a glass of wine listening to the birds and just let the world go by for a while.

I smiled; sometimes my job had its perks, even if it meant living vicariously through my rich clients. At least I'd get to add a touch of my personality to this piece of paradise if I got the go-ahead to design the garden which was compact but absolutely non-existent from what I could see. 

Grass covered most of the area from the patio all the way towards the perimeter fence except for a small patch where a lone sparkly yellow sunflower beamed across tall rowdy weeds, basking in the sunlight. Anticipation seeped through me as ideas swirled in my mind for the blank palette that awaited my choice of rich hues and lush greens against the vivid backdrop of a natural forest. For the first time since reading the letter earlier, my head was clear and focused. 

How was I to know that one bright sunflower standing tall and majestic in her unruly corrupted world of weeds, beckoning me would lead me into the danger zone? I was drawn towards it out of curiosity, because of its radiance, growing wild, rooted in the hard ground of jungle life but clever enough to grow and live far enough away from the trees so she could fully absorb the light.

I was halfway towards her when I caught movement in my peripheral vision from a nearby window. It was open, the curtains pulled aside and lying sprawled on the couch was a man touching himself. I froze in shock but fortunately his head was turned slightly from the window as he tugged at the foreskin on his cock, wriggled it between his fingers and pulled it back to expose his swollen cock head to the last warming rays of sunlight that were filtering into the room.

I choked back a gasp as I stepped quickly aside and flattened myself up against the wall so that I was out of his direct line of vision. His face was completely obscured from me and all I could see was his naked body from the chest down and the huge erectness poking from his groin. My heart hammered in my chest. Christ, was this the client I was supposed to be meeting? Meredith said he'd be late and now all I needed was to be caught perving in on his private moment while trespassing on his property. Every rational instinct in my head screamed for me to tip-toe back across the grass through the little side gate to my car and to call him in about ten minutes to say I'd arrived, but I didn't. 

There was nothing logical or rational about the way I was behaving. I was totally consumed by the eroticism of watching a stranger masturbate. The universe had shrunk to the spot I was rooted on and the only thing I was aware of was the sculpted hardness of his cock as he gripped it in his hand, stroking it with friction and heat.

I strained as far forward as I dared go from my hiding position alongside the window and saw the glistening dew of moisture at the end of his cock. He smeared it over the thick shaft and moaned as if he were aching from need. His arousal, the urgent guttural grunts as he stroked and the sight of his straining shaft being fucked by his hand turned me on in a way I could never have imagined. 

Waves of lust started in my belly and spread out across my body shooting little darts of excitement across my breasts and crotch. I felt my nipples harden, my pussy grew hot and juiced up and the muscles deep inside contracted and throbbed wildly. Dear God, it was the most violent arousal I'd felt in a long time and I wasn't even touching myself. Dizzy with shameless desire I watched him pump harder and faster until his hand became a blur and he let out a howl that bounced off the walls as a fountain of white come arced up and splattered onto his belly.

The fifteen minutes I waited before rapping hard on the front door felt like an eternity, but even then I was struggling to regain my composure. My reaction and response had shocked me. Here I was, operating under the false impression that I was a nice girl, where in fact, I was just like the pervert who was watching me and getting dirty little voyeuristic thrills out of it. Jesus! What next? 

The heady scent of my own arousal was distinct, even through the French perfume I was wearing and I hoped to God that he wouldn't detect it. I prayed too, that he hadn't seen me spying on him. 

He opened the door with a quizzical frown on his face as though he wasn't expecting anyone. Relief washed over me and I forced a bright smile. "Mr Milner," I said, thrusting my hand toward him with more assurance than I actually felt. " I'm Jasmine from Naturally Green Gardens. Good to meet you."

Realization quickly dawned in his blue-grey eyes, "Ah yes, from the garden show, come on in, and please call me Don."

Yeah right, like Don Juan, I thought. The smile he flashed me was made for seducing women. I did my best to return a steady gaze but I knew right away that he was trouble. The casual jeans and tee shirt he'd thrown on did nothing to hide the rolling confidence or the animal gait to his hard body that spoke of money, power and excess testosterone. Of course, the fact that I already knew what a magnificent cock he had didn't help matters either. He was the type of man who I could easily be attracted to, who could drive me to do dangerous and decadent things but whom I avoided at all costs. Get a grip Jasmine, I reminded myself, this wasn't social, it was business.

My eyes flickered over the room that I'd seen from the outside. There was a striking painting on one wall and the natural brown leather couch which dominated the space. It looked for the most part utilitarian and functional with little of him stamped on it but it was surreal standing close to the spot where he had sprawled naked and spurted his seed. My gaze unwittingly fell to the tiled floor, wondering if there were traces of cum that had spilled there.

"As you can see," Don said gesturing expansively towards the view of the garden through the window, "It's not very big and there's not much there except virgin soil." He grinned, "And one solitary wild sunflower."

That damn sunflower! Why had he even mentioned it? It swayed in the breeze like a slow ballet dancer on stage holding her audience in hypnotic trance. Was he hinting at something? Did he know? I felt a flush rise up my cheeks. "Yes they can be troublesome sometimes, sprouting like weeds." What an understatement! He didn't have a fucking clue how much trouble that provocative flower almost got me into, "But this is a beautiful place, an exquisite setting," I said. "Lot's of peace and quiet, I guess."

"Well if you're after quiet, then this probably isn't the place for you. But if you're after peace, it definitely is." He gave me a penetrating look. "That's because, although we use them as a phrase I soon discovered here that peace and quiet aren't the same things. With over fifty different species of birds and the little stream that runs through the nature reserve attracting frogs, it's sometimes like a massed-choir concert. Throw in the shrill of the crickets at night and you have a whole symphony going. " He paused and looked out reflectively. "But I do love it here. It's good for my soul."

I was surprised to see such a serious and deep side to him and I couldn't help but wonder who or what, he was fantasizing about earlier. I tried to push the thoughts from my mind. It wasn't really important, what I had to do now was turn on the charm and sell him the fabulous ideas I had for his garden. 

***

Showering was for people who were in a hurry but I preferred the luxury of a soak especially in the evenings after a long day. I splashed some foaming oil into the bath and breathed in the heady floral scent that rose up in clouds of steam. I pinned my long hair up and slipped into the hot welcoming water. Tiny rivers of scented bubbles trickled across the tops of my breasts and tickled my nipples as I lay back to let the warmth of the water ease the tension from my shoulders. 

Don had liked the two different ideas I'd discussed for his garden and had asked me to send him sketches of both designs and the quotes. It was simply a matter of deciding which he preferred, but he'd been keen for me to start as soon as possible. My sense was that he was probably going to go for the indigenous forest walk type garden that incorporated a little log bridge with trickling water into a pond because it had an informal feel, was low maintenance and was like an extension of the forest that that would attract wildlife. I closed my eyes and tried to put him and the day out of my mind, but I couldn't. The truth was I still felt faintly aroused and while I kept pretending that my thoughts of him were limited to the project I'd be working on for him, my body said otherwise. 

I languorously soaped myself and slid my hand between my legs. My clit was already swollen and thick lubricating juice was clinging to the folds of my pussy. I fingered myself and thought about my secret admirer. Did he fantasize about pressing his tongue inside me, exposing the pink folds of my pussy and licking up to the swollen nub? I shivered in pleasure and pressed two fingers deep inside while pressing my thumb against my clit. The image of Don's cock popped into my brain. God, that cock would stretch and fill me; it was that thick. And so fucking hard, it could chisel deep into me, split me apart, impale me and fuck me until I begged for mercy. My fingers worked furiously inside my pussy bringing me closer and closer to the brink. But I needed to be pounded hard. I needed my cunt to be filled. 




Scent Of Jasmine



I reached for the hand held shower and quickly removed the head attachment so that when I turned the taps on, a steady stream of warm water would gush out of the hose. I spread my legs wide and rested them on the top of the bath as I directed the hard pulsing flow of water at my congested pussy. Delicious anticipation coursed through me as I welcomed the warm gush and breathed deeply. I'd masturbated like this when I was a teenager and the sensations were still wonderful. 

My clit grew and throbbed against the insistent water and a powerful heat speared through my gaping pussy as I climbed the great wall of ecstasy. The sensations began to build rapidly and I gasped as they increased in intensity, frantically tripping over each other as my body braced itself for release. I pushed the hose closer to my engorged clit so the water could beat rapidly and relentlessly against it and I let myself go, crying out as the first exquisite wave of climax crashed over me. 

Warm slippery cum oozed from me mixing with the water but I wanted more. When I was really horny one orgasm was seldom enough. Breathlessly I adjusted the faucet flow to a slower pace and moved the hose slightly to ease the pressure against my sensitive clit and to avoid over stimulation. The water jetted warmly and sensuously over my swollen lips and licked greedily at my clit until I felt the gradual building again of another orgasm. I lay back, closed my eyes and tugged at my hard nipples until a long slow stab of pleasure exploded deep inside me. My last thoughts were of passion and renewal and how damn good water felt in my secret garden.

***

Meredith had finally stepped into the age of technology and agreed to us owning one of those landscaping software programs that made life so much easier, even though she carped about how computers contributed to global warming, Within a couple of hours of arriving at the show where it was my turn to man the displays, I'd completed the sketches of the two garden designs on my laptop, listed the plants that would be incorporated and sent them together with the quotes via email to Don. 

His reply was swift, business-like and to the point. As anticipated he'd decided on the forest walk garden even though it was the more expensive of the two. Interestingly, he'd mentioned that if there was any way I could save the sunflower and give her a few pals he'd be happy. 

I laughed out loud. What the fuck was it with this sunflower? It was like she was a secret mistress lording over his domain. Still, it was sweet of him not wanting me to kill the provocative little bitch. I was to start as soon as possible and he'd leave the key to the side gate under the terracotta pot outside the front door. I could have access to the property whenever I needed it. Yeah well, I'd seen just as much as there was to possibly see, I mused, but in future I'd make enough noise to scare the birds out of the trees when I arrived. 

The rest of the day was hectic, attending to enquiries about our services, setting up appointments for Meredith, ordering the plants I needed for the garden and arranging for the digging team who would do all the heavy manual labour, to meet me at Don's house the following morning for the preliminary work.

The third letter appeared as if by magic. Whoever left it on the little wooden bench in my garden display managed to do so without detection. 

"Shit!" I exclaimed when I saw it. The sight of the green envelope made me feel like two separate personalities on the verge of a serious argument. I was both annoyed and intrigued. I whirled around. As usual no-one was paying any attention to me, but if he was watching, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me read it. I tucked it into my jeans pocket and forced myself to carry on as normal.

I'd planned to read it after dinner, but as soon as I got home and had poured a glass of wine I pulled it out.

'Dear Jasmine,

'Curiosity is such a strong force in us. My bet is that you want to know who I am and what I'll do next, and that draws you to me. I'm not above manipulating you this way to keep your attention but I'm no worse than other people you've trusted for years except, perhaps that I desire you much more.

I keep wondering what color your inner petals are. Are they delicate 'Black Iris' pink or deep and dusky like a blooming rose? I must confess that last night I climaxed thinking about exposing your little love bud and licking it until you dripped with nectar and you shook with pleasure like a flower battered by a rainstorm.

The early bird gets the early worm so look out for something special early tomorrow morning.'

The note shook in my hand as I reread it. Who the hell was this? He'd mentioned the Black Iris painting that I'd displayed in my office but that was over a year ago and it was bizarre to think that a secret admirer from way back would've waited that long to make his presence known. I shut my eyes and tried hard to recall the names and faces of people I'd worked with who might possibly do something like this but I drew a blank. No-one from my past jumped out at me. Another thought suddenly struck me. I was assuming it was a man but who said so? For all I knew it could be a woman. Fuck! Who? Meredith? A closet lesbian? No! Never! It was a man. Somehow, I just knew it was a man! 

Of course, I thought frantically trying to shrug off the wave of anxiety that was creeping over me, the Black Iris was a famous painting and so it was entirely possible that it was mentioned simply to illustrate the image he had in mind. An uncanny coincidence maybe, but still that image was blatantly of a pussy and it was mine he was fantasizing about. 

I had two choices; wait for the next letter or go to the police. "And tell them what, Jasmine?" I asked aloud. "That some stalker who frequents a garden show is sending you erotic flowery letters?" 

It sounded absurd to my own ears. All I could do was maintain a dignified silence and hope that he'd go away. In any case the garden show was scheduled to end in a couple of days and with it the opportunity for anonymous letters to be dropped off.

I'd lost my appetite for dinner, but gulped down another glass of wine. It did nothing to calm the tingles that were racing across my tummy.

***

The crew was already digging when I arrived at Don's place the following morning. Heaps of sand dotted the garden and beads of sweat glistened on the bulging biceps of the laborers. I'd overslept but fortunately Don had let them in before leaving for work. I was pleased I'd missed him. After a night of tossing and turning, I was not exactly at my best. My hair was pulled up into a ponytail, I'd thrown on a pair of faded denim shorts, a white tee shirt and a pair of tan colored ankle boots that had been relegated to gardening duty. Not that he'd care either way; I was there as a gardener, not a pin-up girl. 

The birds twittered in the trees making the leaves look as though they were tickling each other and I stretched languidly enjoying the early morning warmth on my skin. Thank God I was going to be able to lose myself in this project. I really needed the distraction and time away from the garden show to get over my stalker and his bullshit. The truckload of plants would arrive at eleven, by which time the soil would be turned and loose and the flower beds would be dug and fertilized. 

My cell phone rang. 

"Jasmine, what time will you be in this morning?" 

"Meredith, I told you I'd be at Don Milner's place with the team today. Why?"

"Because," she said, a slight edge creeping into her tone, "a letter's arrived for you and it's marked urgent. Should I open it and read it to you?"

I almost dropped the phone. "No! No, don't do that Meredith. I'll come by and pick it up." I said, trying to keep my voice casual. "I think I know who it's from anyway."

The manipulative bastard! Now, he even had Meredith's attention.

"Are you sure..?" Disappointment dripped from her voice at not being privy to my personal stuff.

"There's no problem, Meredith, don't worry." I said firmly, as I headed towards my car. "I'm on my way."

Shit! Now he had me hopping about. And I hated the way I was responding. Why hadn't I just let her read the damn letter? She would've been shocked and horrified but it would've put a quick end to it.

Excitement mingled with dread and anticipation surged through me. My mouth was dry and my heart pounded. I hadn't let her end it because I wanted to see how far it would go. God help me, but I did want to know what he would say and do next. I was caught up in the perversity of having a secret with a stranger and it had become overwhelmingly seductive.

Meredith stared hard at me as I nonchalantly opened the green envelope with the little gold sticker on it proclaiming it to be 'urgent.' Maybe in my next job I could be an actress, I thought as I battled to keep a poker face. I blinked twice but managed to keep my facade and emotions in check. 

"Everything okay, then?" she asked.

"Yip," I said, casually. "Just something I ordered that's arrived. I need to collect it."

It was only a half lie. I hadn't ordered anything, but something was waiting for collection.

'Dear Jasmine,

The Barn Owl prefers a closed box with a small entry for opening, while the Spotted Eagle Owl prefers a more open box, from which it can scan its surroundings. I hope you like what the Barn Owl has left you.'

Somehow the cryptic message was crystal clear to me and my legs carried me quickly to the birding section of the nursery as if they had a will of their own. There were no Birders around and it was eerily quiet but my target was perched high up in the corner on a deep shelf. I looked around furtively like a looter in a store, before heading towards the two owl boxes on display.

Standing on tip toes with the blood pounding in my head I cautiously slipped my hand inside the Barn Owl's box. It brushed against a thick envelope which I eased slowly out. It was one of those large padded type wrappers that provided extra protection for its contents. 'Jasmine' was neatly printed across the front. 

***

I rushed into the ladies room and flung myself into the nearest stall, my fingers fumbling in my haste to bolt it shut. 

Was he fucking mad? Out of his mind?

"No more insane that you for even contemplating doing it," the distant voice of logic in my head sneered.

I sucked air into my lungs and reread the letter:

'Dear Jasmine,

You must know by now that I would never hurt you nor force anything on you, but I do want you. I want to caress you and taste you and bury my face in your scent. The earthy and musky essence of you. I hope that today you will cross an intimate threshold and share the honey sweet nectar of your secret garden with me. 

Your aroma; the true scent of Jasmine, is what I crave. 

Take what's in the box. Put it on. Wear it for me for the rest of the day and later, return the panties to the owl box. You'll see my gift comes with a wireless remote control which you can set to whichever speed you prefer. It all remains in your control but allows me to touch you silently, in secret, as though it were my lips, my tongue sliding against you. 

Please Jasmine, let me touch you in the only way I can, for now.'

I lifted the lid of the flat box that came with the letter and stared at the contents. There was a lacy scrap of black material that was a type of thong and a toy called the Venus Butterfly. From the sound of the name one would've thought it was something utterly feminine but it was the strangest thing I'd ever seen. It was pink, made of soft jelly silicone and shaped rudimentarily like a butterfly but it had straps that would attach around my waist and the top of my legs to keep it firmly in place.

My head emphatically said, "No!" But my pussy screamed, "Yes!" It throbbed in eager anticipation of what that butterfly would feel like nestled between its wet fleshy lips. 

Like a slave to my cunt, I stripped off my shorts and panties, spread my legs and placed the toy over my smooth mons. The curved insert slipped into my hungry pussy while the butterfly head insinuated itself into the embrace of my vaginal lips and cradled my clit. The tail cleverly teased at my ass as I adjusted the straps and pulled on the diaphanous panties. They were so thin it felt as if I was completely naked, but their purpose was not to cover but to soak up every drop of juice that would flow from my pussy. With my heart banging against my rib cage I hurriedly fled the nursery and made my way to my car. 

I couldn't imagine what it would feel like when I actually turned the device on but already it was the sweetest torment, like a mouth softly surrounding my clit and tickling it lightly depending on the way I moved. It drove me almost to the point of insanity. I wanted to squirm and rub the thing deeper into my pussy. The remote taunted me from my pocket, almost daring me to flick it to the first speed and get a taste of the delights it offered, but I resisted. I could just see the headlines: 'Woman stimulated to death by alien squirming insect, causes multi-car accident pile-up.' 

"Shit," I groaned as my nipples rubbed against the fabric of my bra. Who was the man doing this to me? And what the hell was I doing complying with it? I didn't have the answer to either of the questions but what I did know was that it was going to be one of the longest, most exquisitely torturous days of my life.

***

I spent the rest of the morning in a semi-aroused state, trying desperately to focus on the job at hand. Plants had to be grouped together in clusters and planted. I had to supervise the positioning and installation of the water feature and fight the urge to turn the remote on. I ached for the device between my legs to vibrate, but I dared not take the chance with a team of workmen in the vicinity. I'd already caught one or two interested glances at my nipples which seemed directly connected to my pussy which was being tantalized by its erotic intruder like a promise unfulfilled.

The apex of my thighs was a triangle of heat and moisture from the throbbing ache by the time the team left in the afternoon and I was finally able to flick the switch to the first setting. The butterfly began to vibrate lightly but I gasped as the vibrations rippled through my entire pussy and the head rubbed over my already sensitized clit. It felt like a tongue flicking over and over in a steady regular pattern that was just enough to drive me out of my mind but not enough to actually take me over the edge. I was already sticky and hot from being out in the sun but there was no mistaking the slick liquid heat that seeped between my inner thighs.

I don't know why I decided to prolong the stimulation. Perhaps it was because the sky was darkening and I needed to complete the finishing touches to the bed I was working on. Or maybe I was simply caught up in the total madness of the situation of having a sex toy given to me by a mysterious stranger tease me while I worked at a client's home. I felt totally wanton but strangely liberated from being my normal sensible self. 

I stared at the wild sunflower that I'd preserved and smiled. She was mesmerizing, and despite the black cloud that had swept across the sun, she still sparkled brightly surrounded by new yellow sisters, who looked up to her in open admiration. There was one last flower to be planted with the group. I looked up at the sky again. It had turned to an ominous shade of purple, the air felt tense and expectant. I closed my eyes, sucked in the impending scent of rain and turned the switch up to medium.

Immediately the vibrations deepened causing me to moan loudly. I could feel every ridge, every valley of the butterfly that fluttered and caressed and aroused my clit. The curved insert vibrated deep inside me, humming against my G-spot and the tail insinuated its way up against my asshole teasing it mercilessly. All the muscles in my body tightened desperate for release but as excited as I was, the steady vibrations were still not quite as strong or fast enough to get me off. I moved my hips in a circular motion to force the vibrator to stimulate different sides of my clitoris and labia and then dropped to the ground on my knees and clenched my thighs together. What I really wanted to do was to slide a finger into my cunt and rub hard, wet circles around my clit until I could buck and thrash and end this torment. 

The last sunflower plant stared accusingly at me and it took a supreme effort to push past the thick fog of arousal that was engulfing me and get it in the ground. I flipped the plant over in my hands and drew out the roots before plopping it into the hole and covering it with soil.

Raindrops splattered down as I struggled to work quickly. The muscles in my pussy clenched insistently as the vibrations hummed along my clit. The wind whipped around me and caressed my nipples that poked obscenely through my shirt. I threw the last spade of dirt onto the plant and jammed my hand into my pocket to flick the switch to maximum just as the rain began to fall steadily. My pussy felt like a ring of fire that throbbed in waves to the edges of my body as my clit was pounded by sensations it had never felt before. A bright flash lit the sky and I closed my eyes, rocking back and forth in pleasure as a resounding boom of thunder shook the ground. 

"Jasmine, come inside. You'll get wet!"

My eyes flashed wide open in horror. It was Don, standing on the patio, his tall frame reaching out to me as the rain began hurtling down. 

I tried to act normally, to think straight through the rising waves of pleasure that were overwhelming me. What was Don doing at home? I hadn't even heard him arrive. 

"Christ, girl you're soaked!" he yelled again. "Come inside. C'mon move!" 

Fuck, he didn't know how soaked I really was and I was going to come long before I got inside. 

I tried, God knows I did, to hold back, but it felt as though an earthquake had erupted between my thighs. Somewhere in the back of my brain, faint and far away, warning bells were ringing frantically, urging me to turn the switch off, but it was too late for that. My pussy was no longer taking orders from my head. It was twitching and clenching and convulsing with a will of its own.

A deep moan rattled from me as I reached the edge of the patio hardly able to put one foot in front of the other because of the spasms that held me in their grip. My breath was coming in ragged gasps as the butterfly drove intensely powerful explosions to the center of my body.

"Oh God! "I screamed clenching my teeth against the pleasure as my body shuddered. It felt like I was coming apart, snapping in half as I bucked in tight small movements, riding the waves of the orgasm as fresh wetness flooded my groin. I was helpless in its grasp for several seconds before my legs finally gave way and I collapsed heavily against Don. 

He caught me and wrapped his arms around me like rope. I was exhausted and trembling, breathing heavily with a thudding heart that he must've felt hammering against his hard chest. I was acutely aware of the vibrations between my legs and the overwhelming smell of pussy juice that was flowing from me but I hoped the rain that was pouring down would drown out the sounds and scents. I had no idea how I was going to explain myself, but for the blissful moments of exquisite peace that followed I didn't care. Don felt strong and smelled so good. I fought back the urge to bury my face in his neck and breathe his scent in. It was a bit spicy, a little like warm bread with an undertone of musk and it caused another liquid rush of arousal to surge through me. 

I pulled away from him shocked at myself. My fingers fumbled in my pocket to turn the damned remote off but it flicked to low. When I finally had the courage to meet his eyes, there was an irresistible look of boyishness about him as the faintest hint of a smile played around his mouth. He looked at me, infinitely slowly. His eyes roved across my face and dipped below, his gaze seeming to lift away the wet clothes that were plastered to my body. I swallowed hard. I'd never felt quite so exposed before. It felt as though he was eating me with his eyes and uncovering the guilty secret that still purred between my legs. I could have turned away, it would have been the easier option but I made a conscious decision to stare back boldly, to let my gaze pierce the air like a blade and meet his.




Scent Of Jasmine



"Are you okay?" 

"Yes," I stammered, then busied myself by ripping off my muddy boots and scratching around for a towel in the kit bag I'd left in the corner of the patio. 

"Are you sure?" His voice was low, tinged with intimacy, like he knew. It made my cheeks flush.

"I'm fine, thanks. Just a little damp and cold. Can I use the bathroom?"

"Yes, of course." He was all business again. "It's through the lounge and down the passage."

***

What I really needed was a shower but I didn't want to impose, and even as I stripped the wet clothes off my clammy body the overwhelming scent of cunty arousal hung in the air like a cloud. The crotch of the panties were soaked and streaked with the creamy remnants of my orgasm. I rested my burning cheek against the coolness of the tiled wall and stared into the mirror. I hardly recognized the woman staring back at me, wild eyed and flushed with excitement. 

Don was standing at the windows facing the garden when I came out of the bathroom, toweling my hair dry. I'd hurriedly changed into my spare jeans and tee shirt but I still felt sticky and warm. 

"I can't believe what you've done here," Don said, turning to face me. "The metamorphosis is absolutely amazing." He was holding a glass of red wine which he raised. "Can I get you some? You look like you could do with a drink."

He was right; a drink would've gone down well, but I was acutely aware of what had happened earlier. Of what he may have guessed, of what he was thinking when his eyes roved over me and dammit, of the sudden inexplicable and overwhelming attraction I'd felt towards him. 

"I'd love to have a glass, but I can't, unfortunately." I said. "I need to get back to the nursery and drop something off before they close." 

"Wow, you do take your work seriously," he laughed. "What on earth is more important at the nursery than hearing me rave about your talent over a fine glass of California Syrah?" 

I wondered what he'd say if I told him the truth. That I wanted to deposit my guilty package; a pair of soiled panties, in a Barn Owl box, of all places, for a stranger, before I lost my nerve. He'd probably think I'd completely lost my mind, or had attacked his stock of red wine long before he'd arrived home.

Cold logic flooded washed over me. There was nothing actually forcing me to drop the panties off. If I didn't, it would all end right here and now. I'd be sending a blunt but powerful message to my admirer that his little game was over and that I wasn't interested. 

But to be truthful, his gift had given me intense pleasure, and more than that, his seductive, albeit anonymous presence and creative attention had given me immeasurable excitement. The kind of excitement that had started as a mild flutter in my tummy but had spread through my veins like liquid sunshine, making me feel gloriously warm, alert and alive. It was the kind of exhilaration that had made me shrug off my inhibitions, throw caution to the wind and just revel in being me. I felt as if I'd somehow been transformed into an erotic butterfly of adrenaline and orgasmic power and I couldn't remember when last a man had made me feel that way. Perhaps it was because he was a stranger and he'd acted out of the boundaries of what was considered socially acceptable. But he had done me no harm, and I sensed somehow, that if his intentions had been sinister, I would've known by now. We had an unspoken agreement that I had to honor. If I used the butterfly, I owed him the panties. 

"Jasmine?" Don's voice brought me out of my reverie. "It's okay, I was only kidding." The fine lines around his eyes crinkled with his smile. "You go off and do whatever it is you have to. We'll have that glass of wine another time."

***

What seemed so simple and clearly defined the night before felt very different in the harsh light of day. Meredith was firing off instructions to the photographer about how she wanted the pictures taken of the garden displays for our catalogue before they were dismantled. Her continuous buzzing about was irritating me and I tried to push back the anxiety that was creeping over me. 

I'd had second thoughts about having left the panties from the moment I'd woken that morning. Damn! What was I thinking? I'd given someone I didn't know, a very intimate part of myself. And it had been done on a reckless whim. I'd driven like a maniac to the nursery arriving just as it opened, hoping and praying that the panties would still be there, hidden in the owl box when I arrived. But they were gone. 

"Shit!" I whispered as I glanced at my watch for the umpteenth time. It was almost noon and there was still no word from him. Fucking pervert! He'd probably masturbated himself to death over my DNA. Fuck! that was all I needed! I could just see the headlines: "Bizarre Sex Death as man is found dehydrated and asphyxiated by soiled thong." 

I laughed in spite of my angst and took comfort in the fact that while I may have lost my dignity and possibly my mind, my crazy sense of humor was still intact. Breathe girl, I told myself, this was no time to be cracking up and beating myself up with regrets. What was done was done, and right now, there were garden displays to be dismantled. I'd wasted enough time and energy on recriminations.

The exercise involved in getting the plants moved and dispatched felt good. Tension eased out of me as my muscles stretched and perspiration dampened my brow. I'd almost finished when one of the receptionists from the Information Desk came by.

"Jasmine," she said, holding a green envelope towards me, "this was left for you." 

"Who left it?" I asked sharply, snatching it from her hand.

She shrugged, "Haven't a clue. It was lying on the counter when I got back from lunch, but I've only had a chance to bring it over now." 

"Okay, thanks," I said, with a wry smile. No surprise; he'd gone undetected yet again. 

I ripped the envelope open. 

'Dear Jasmine,

Roses are Red, Violets are blue, but no bouquet smells as sexy as you.

Thank you for your trust and for sharing yourself with me. You cannot know what your special gift meant to me. I spent yesterday thinking about you and hoping that you would put the butterfly to good use. I hoped that it would please and pleasure you like I wish to do. And when I discovered you had used it, enjoyed it and left me the remnants of your pleasure, it made me as horny as hell.

They say every flower has a season, but you, my fragrant one, will bloom forever. And I shall treasure your scent for as long as it lingers. 

Our time together in your floral world has come to an end, but perhaps, you may notice me amongst the thorns in your real world but if not, I have the memories.'

I smiled wistfully , it had been flattering and fun, but Thank God it was over. It was something I could tell my grandkids about one day - The edited version - without the toy, of course! I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was tinged with a little sadness as well. In a weird kind of way, I was going to miss him.

***

Don called around four, just as we were finishing up for the day. "I owe you some money," he said. "Can I drop a check off in about a half hour?"

"We're just about done here," I said, "but you can drop it off at the office tomorrow. Or I could pick it up on my way past your place sometime."

"Well, how about we grab a bite later," he suggested. "Do you like Chinese? There's a great place in Douglas Road. They make the best Prawns and Peking Duck in town."

I thought about it for an instant. Should I? Shouldn't I? Yeah, why the hell not? "Okay," I said nodding into the phone, "I'll see you there around six thirty."

When I walked through the door of the Kung Fu Palace, he was already seated in a chair in the reception area. The restaurant located in a shopping centre was not what I'd expected. It was small and cramped. Several people were waiting for takeouts and a few tables had been set up towards the back of the restaurant. They were all occupied. 

I cursed myself for having changed into a close fitting black dress and high heels. It wasn't exactly a cocktail dress but with a glimpse of cleavage and hugging my curves the way it did, it was the sexiest and most feminine thing I'd worn around him. My hair hung glossily past my shoulders and I'd taken extra care with my makeup. Somehow I'd wanted him to see that I was more than just a pony tailed, jeans and tee-shirt type girl, but now I felt awkward and self conscious. 

"I guess I'm overdressed," I said.

"No, you look fabulous," he said as his gaze slid admiringly over me. "But don't worry, we're not going to eat here, we'll go back to my house. It's a beautiful evening and I thought we'd eat outside, get some fresh air."

I looked into the back of the restaurant, "It's not too bad," I said, suddenly uncertain about spending a couple of hours alone with him at his place. "Let's just eat here."

He picked up the takeout order. "Trust me," he said taking my arm and steering me towards the door. "You'll love my garden."

I laughed, "It would be a sad state of affairs if I didn't."

"Aah, but this is another garden. The one at my other place." He grinned at the look of hesitation that flashed across my face. "It's not far and you can follow me in your car." 

His house was located a couple of blocks north on a tree-lined street in an older neighborhood with matured trees and well tended gardens. It wasn't long before we pulled into the driveway.

Inside, the floors were tiled, the furniture casual in muted and earthy shades. A large stone fireplace was the focal point in the living room and for a moment I imagined what it would be like, lying on the thick rug in front of it making love with him during winter as a fire crackled in the hearth. I felt a flush burn up my cheeks and tried to focus on the painting on the wall and the silver trophies scattered between books on the shelves of a bookcase. I had no idea what they were for but there were enough of them to suggest that he was good, at whatever it was, that he was involved in. 

"As you've probably guessed," he said, "I like outdoor living." He motioned towards the patio doors which led into the garden. "Go outside and make yourself comfortable. I'll get some plates and open a bottle of wine for us. We'll eat out there."

I passed through the French doors into a paradise of lush greenery. The patio was spacious with a lattice style roof and sweetly fragrant Chinese Wisteria creeping down the columns. I plucked off one of the lilac-blue flowers and brushed it past my nose as I stared at the garden. It was alive with lush foliage. Dozens of purple lavender and bright orange strelizias lined a stone path that led to a wrought iron gazebo located on the left side of the garden which was covered in heavily perfumed white jasmine. The smell carried to me on the breeze and I smiled indulgently. I was not sure that my scent would ever be as powerful or heady, but then again apparently it had its own aromatic appeal. On the opposite side of the garden there was a rock pool surrounded by natural boulders and filled with crystal clear water. 

A sound behind me made me turn. It was Don, placing various items and lit candles on the table before disappearing inside again. The candles surprised me. I hadn't thought of him as a romantic but it was that magic hour, that luscious time of day between sunset and dusk, and the glow of candle light would soften the edges as we slipped from twilight into darkness.

He appeared with the food and wine. He'd rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and a couple of buttons were open in front giving me a quick view of his chest. It made my mind flash back to my first glimpse of him and the line of dark hair that ran down his stomach to his groin and curled gently at the base of his magnificent cock.

"You had a great gardener," I stammered, trying to take my mind off his body. "The garden is exquisite and perfectly balanced."

He smiled as he set out the plates and poured the wine. "Thanks. You're looking at the gardener."

"Noo," I said, wide-eyed, "You can't be serious? What are you, a landscape architect?" A strange feeling crept over me. Why would a man who could design a garden this well, hire me to design one, a fraction of the size for him?

"Nope, just an architect," he said, offering a plate of crispy prawns to me. 

I took one and bit into it. It was crunchy and delicious. "But then how do you explain this?"

"Oh, I had more time back then and I gave it a try for fun, but it took ages to finish." He smiled and selected a prawn. "I designed the bush lodge estate and thought it would be nice to have a place there too. You know, maybe to use on weekends or as a casual office. It needed a garden and I thought it best to get a professional."

"I'm impressed, although clients like you could put people like me out of business."

"I doubt it," he said chewing slowly as he fixed his eyes on me. They looked bluer than I remembered, probably because of the dark blue shirt he wore. "There will always be a demand for people with talents like yours."

I was tempted to ask exactly what he meant by that, but thought better of it.

The duck was everything he'd promised; tender, moist and succulent. We wrapped it in little pancakes, smothered them in a fruity plum sauce and devoured them as we spoke. There were chopsticks and forks, but I also used my fingers, licking every delectable drop from them, until I realized that despite our easy chatter, Don was watching me closely with the same kind of intimate gaze that I'd felt when he'd inadvertently caught me climaxing in the rain.

I swallowed and wiped my fingers demurely on a napkin as I tried to control the butterflies that had taken off in my tummy. I hadn't intentionally been trying to seduce him with my finger licking actions but seemingly I had. He shifted in his chair and glanced away like a naughty schoolboy, a smile tugging at his lips when he realized I'd figured it out. 

"More wine?" he asked.

I nodded as he refilled our glasses. He deliberately clinked his against mine and drank slowly. In the soft glow of candlelight, his Adams' apple bobbed as he swallowed, and my gaze traveled to the soft scruff of stubble on his jaw, wondering what it would feel like against my smooth skin.

I tore my eyes from him and glanced up at the sky. It had become overcast and the moon was hidden behind low hanging clouds which were moving like a dark shadow above us. The wind had kicked up; I shivered and rubbed my bare arms. 

"You're cold, should we go inside?" His voice was low.

"Okay," I murmured.

I pushed my chair back and he brushed against me as we stood up together. His body felt firm and warm, and without thinking, I reached up and pulled his head down to meet my mouth with his lips. I kissed him softly at first and then more deeply as I tasted the heat of his tongue and the softness of his mouth. Tingles rippled across my skin as I pulled away. My head was swimming from the effects of him and the wine. I needed a minute to steady my breathing and to collect my thoughts and so I reached blindly for the plates on the table. "I'll help you clear up," I said, briskly gathering them and heading inside. 

"No, Jasmine, please don't do that! It's not necessary..."

Dizzy with red wine and hot with arousal, I stumbled into the kitchen and unloaded the dishes. I gripped the counter edge and glanced around as I sucked in a few deep breaths and tried to steady myself. Damn! What had made me come onto him so brazenly? A small pile of letters, probably mail or bills, lying next to a bunch of keys on the granite counter top caught my attention. My eye inadvertently zoomed in like a laser to the tip of a green envelope that peeked out of the pile. Shock hit me like a brick when I pulled it loose and saw my name on the outside.

"No!" I whispered disbelievingly. I spun around as Don walked in. "What the fuck is this?"

He blinked once. "It's your check. Why?" 

I paused, as thoughts of the last few days ricocheted around my head and the reality crashed in. The deadpan look on his face was too much for me. He saw the anger flash in my eyes.

"Jasmine, look I can explain everything, I-"

"Save your explanations, you fucking asshole!" I threw the envelope at him but what I really wanted to do was to lash out and slap him, to rake my nails across his cheek. Hot tears of fury and embarrassment scorched my eyes but I blinked them back. I'd rather die than let him see me cry. A surge of rage raced through me and I swiped my hand across the counter top sweeping the stack of dishes over the edge. They clattered to the tiled floor and exploded in shards of shattered glass which together with Don's urgent protests were the last thing I heard as I grabbed my bag and stormed out.

***

"Oh God, how did I manage to fuck up so spectacularly?" I groaned, punching my pillows, rearranging them and trying to get comfortable. By the time I'd got home and into bed, my fury towards Don had given way to self hatred. Jesus! How could I have been so dumb not to have even suspected it may have been him sending the letters and even worse, how could I have gone along with it? My cheeks burned with shame. There were two things I detested; feeling out of control and being manipulated, and Don had managed to achieve both. I hated him and myself! I punched the pillows again and curled onto my side.

The phone shrilled. His number flashed on the Caller Identity. I'd ignored the previous two calls but it seemed he wasn't going away until I answered and bluntly told him to fuck off. 

"What?" I hissed into the phone.

"You know it's rude to smash dinner plates on the floor unless you're at a Greek restaurant. And then, at least they're clean ones."

A sense of evil satisfaction pulsed through me. They'd been sticky, liberally coated with the remnants of duck and plum sauce. It must've been a hellish mess to clean up. 

"Oh yeah," I replied, "Well it's fucking perverted to stalk someone." 

"I didn't stalk you," he said, calmly. "I simply sent you letters of admiration. And a small gift." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Very funny!" I snapped, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks again. "Look, you've had your fun, you got your sick little thrills and you got your garden done. You can drop the check off at the office." I took a deep breath, "Now, fuck off and don't call me again. Ever!" 

I hung up and the phone immediately rang again.

"What part of 'fuck off,' don't you understand?"

"If you hang up again on me, I'm going to have to tell Meredith." His voice was low, menancing, like he meant it. "And that could mean you losing your job..."

"Tell Meredith what?" I exploded, "That you're a pervert?"

"No, that you are!" he retorted. "I'll be forced to tell her how shocked I was that you came to give me a quote and ended up spying on me when I was jerking off. Christ! You ever heard of privacy?"

Air rushed from me as my mouth fell open. "Shit!" I rasped in disbelief, "You bastard! So you manipulated that situation as well?"

He chuckled softly, "No, that was completely unexpected. But I was hoping you'd seen me. I was just never sure if you had."

I swallowed hard. The image of his cock; thick, blunt and deepening in color as his hand fucked it flashed into my head. I tried to force back submerged waves of arousal that were beating up in me.

"So you're a wanker," I sneered. "Tell me something I don't already know."

He ignored my sarcasm. "If it's any consolation, it was you I was fantasizing about when I was stroking..." 

That shut me up. No matter how hard I was trying to deny my feelings, I was afraid that my voice would give away how he was affecting me. 

"Jasmine, this was never meant to hurt or embarrass you," he said. "I just didn't know how else to get your attention."




Scent Of Jasmine



I remained silent.

"That first day I saw you there, I knew I had to have you. But I didn't know if you were involved, if you'd even like me, let alone want me. And..." He paused as if struggling for words, " Look, I am a little different, unconventional, some even say crazy. But this is me. And I had to know if you could like me for who I truly am." His words spilled out in a torrent, "So having you interact with me in a professional way and also in an unconventional way gave you a chance to see both sides of me. You seemed to have been okay with both..."

"Don't kid yourself because that's not entirely true," I corrected, finally getting my voice back. "I had no idea that it was you, and my response was based purely on the fact that it was some faceless stranger who I'd never meet."

"But it was exciting, wasn't it? And you did like it."

"Yeah, but it was with a stranger! Not someone I knew."

"I think you're just embarrassed because you let yourself go and found you liked it. You shouldn't be." He dropped his voice an octave, "Or is it that you're embarrassed to have found out it was me?" 

I evaded answering. "Is this your regular modus operandi for meeting women?"

"No! It's a first for me. I acted spontaneously but no-one has inspired or intrigued me so much," he said hoarsely. "I never knew how you'd react, or whether you'd even respond, which was why the butterfly and the panties were so amazing." He paused, "And so, by the way, was your kiss earlier. My God! Can you kiss!"

I clenched my thighs tightly together. Fuck! I did not want to be reminded of the memories he was conjuring up. "Stop! Enough with the charm bullshit already."

"Why? Are you blushing?" he laughed, "And incidentally," he said in a conspiratorial tone, "the butterfly should've given you a big clue that it was me."

"How so?"

"The plants you chose for my garden attract and shelter butterflies. You told me that when you were describing your original design idea to me."

Dammit! I should've thought about that! I let out a long sigh and stretched like a well fed cat, giving way to the warmth flowing through me. "Well," I said in a deliberately seductive tone, "All I can really remember about that day, was your cock..." 

"Good! I'm glad it left a lasting impression. And just listening to you purr into the phone has made it jump to attention. Can I come over?"

"Not so fast!" I said, my heart racing at his suggestion. "You may have explained why you sent the letters but that doesn't mean I've forgiven you."

"Oh c'mon Jasmine! It was totally consensual and you know I was going to tell you tonight! You saw the check in the green envelope before I could give it to you, but if I wanted to keep it secret, I could've, and you would never have known." 

He was right, but damned if I would agree with him. I stayed quiet, listening to his soft breathing on the phone.

"Do I turn left or right from the nursery?" he asked.

"You mean you haven't followed me before?"

"No! I'd never do that. I told you I'm not a stalker. But you mentioned you live close to the nursery. I've taken a right and am in Beyers Drive. Am I warm?"

My heart leapt to my throat. He was on his way over. "You'll get warmer, keep going." Already sex was crackling in my voice. "But you're close. Can you feel it?"

"All I can feel is a crushing tightness in my jeans. Christ, how much further?" 

"My fingers found my ruby hard nipples and I stifled a groan. I'd forgotten how sensitive they could be, especially when pinched and touched the right way. Tremors of heat and lust spiked directly to my pussy. How the fuck had this become so thrilling? "You must be approaching Dale Lace Avenue now. Slow down or you'll miss the turnoff. First on the left and you'll see the yellow brick townhouse complex on the corner."

"Yup, there it is. How did people cope without cell phones?"

"Don't know." I laughed softly. "Guess it was rough on lovers."

"What do I tell the security guy at the gate? It's late and I look bleary-eyed and shattered after all that crashing glass and sticky mess. He'll probably call the cops."

"Tell him that you've come to make a sticky mess with the lady in number six."

"Is that what I've come to do?" he laughed throatily. "Revenge can be so sweet!"

I could hear him talking to the security guard.

"I'm in," Don said. "He told me your place was the third one on the right and then he leered at me like he knew I was going to fuck you. Are you standing in the doorway?"

"No." My pussy throbbed insistently. "I've unlocked the door. But you'll find me in bed in the dark," I drawled.

"Gosh, but you're so shy, Jasmine."

"And you thought you knew me, huh?"

"I'm sure we could debate that."

"Not tonight," I said softly.

"Okay, "he said as I heard his car crunch onto the gravel of my driveway and then the engine cut out. "But I am going to fuck you. Hard. I don't think I can hold back and make love now..." 

I heard the sound of his door open and slam shut. I clamped my legs tightly together. My breathing was coming in short, sharp rasps. I tried to control it but my excitement was building to a fever pitch. I felt deliciously wanton, naked beneath the cool sheets while the man who had seduced me with his unorthodox ways was now standing outside my house. 

"Don?" my voice was husky as I spoke into the phone. He didn't answer but I knew he was still on the line. 

I heard the front door open and close. He was inside. But the silence grew.

"Don?" My mouth was dry as I realized that he was teasing me, still playing games with me. The bedroom door was slightly ajar and I listened carefully for the sound of footsteps down the passage.

Silence.

I pressed my ear to the phone and heard nothing except my own shaky breathing and the sound of mild crackle, static and the sound of no-one when you know someone is there.

It was dark in the room except for a sliver of moonlight that peeked through a gap in the curtains. I let out a shuddering exhale and wished that the thudding in my chest would slow. A sudden chill had descended. I shivered and pulled the sheet around my shoulders. In the darkness there was only anticipation and the thrill of the unknown gripped me. I was naked in bed, shamelessly wet with the door open to the world and a man whom I hardly knew, was in my home, waiting, wanting and preparing to take my body that now shivered on the edge of fear. 

I swallowed and fought back the urge to call out his name again. I was desperate to know where he was, but at the same time I didn't want to spoil the game or ruin the exquisite tension. 

Doubt grew in the silence. It was him, wasn't it? 

Dammit, of course it was! I'd heard him get out of his car. I shifted in the bed and ran my hand over my taut stomach to my smooth pussy. It was oozing with anticipation despite the fact that my mind was playing terrible tricks with me. The dark of night could do that, it could do so much. But what if when push came to shove, I didn't really want him, or even worse, what if he was disappointed-

The thought flew from my mind as I heard a noise. The faint sound of feet moving down the passage; stealthy feet, feet treading carefully to make no sound as he came to find me. The adrenaline squirted as raw desire mixed with terror. The footsteps were those of a stranger. God, I hardly knew Don, and as much as he'd glibly explained his motivation for the letters, how did I know that I had not put myself in terrible danger?

"Don?" My voice lanced out into the darkness, into the phone and through the bedroom door. It was louder than I expected and tinged with a hint of dread. The sensible part of me wanted to scream at him to stop. To stop the merciless teasing, to stop toying with me. But my heart and the heat emanating from between my thighs wanted him to play with me until the end of eternity.

The door creaked as it swung open and I could feel his presence although I could not see him. He was standing in the doorway. Surely it had to be him, my mind screamed. It couldn't be anyone else could it? It couldn't be a sick joke by the evil side of a too-brilliant mind could it? 

No silly! I chided myself. It was a game and this was what he wanted me to do, to relive the delicious excitement and anticipation of what the secret admirer would do next. To wait with bated breath for the next move, for the unexpected, so that when unknown hands touched my flesh I could shudder in delicious alarm as I gave my body to a stranger in the dark. 

I had often fantasized about it as I'd lain alone in bed and conjured up visions of anonymous lovers, nameless, but endowed with raging libidos and hard cocks. Faceless bodies had fucked and pleased me on many flights of fantasy. But here fantasy and reality were colliding. Whoever was at the door was walking across the carpet towards me.

I took a deep breath. It was the point of no return. I could play with him or I could refuse to play. I could reach for the lamp switch and call his bluff or I could stay still in the dark and surrender myself to the mystery of him. 

My heart hammered as I struggled to breathe. My stomach was tensed tight and the scent of my arousal permeated the sheet with its heady aroma. He was standing close to my side of the bed, his tall frame moving, doing something. I bit my lip as I heard him unzip his jeans and felt the whoosh of his clothes falling to the floor. 

His hand grasped the edge of the sheet and I felt it peel away from my skin. First my beasts were exposed, then my stomach and my pussy. I tried to cover myself with my hands in a reflex action but he stopped me. His touch was like a branding iron on my bare flesh. I gasped; my lips were too dry for speech as I felt him slide one hand up to my neck and into my hair. His other hand roved down my body, stroking my flesh, caressing my breasts, moving with a touch that was commanding all the way down my trembling body. There was no hesitation about it. It was the sure touch of someone who had waited long enough and was now certain he was going to get what he wanted. There would be no resistance only obedience and surrender to the will of the stranger.

His hand grazed over my hip bone, curved along my leg and down to my knee. He pulled it up and to one side so I was splayed open for him, exposed in all my wantonness, swollen with desire and slick with need. I ached for his touch even though I had never felt more helpless in my life. The drums beat in my stomach. Any second his hand would be at the core of me, exploring my shameless wetness, slipping inside me to probe my dripping cunt. 

Don dipped his head and played his lips over my labia, slid the tip of his tongue teasingly between them, and separated the moist folds to taste me. I moaned as my pussy dripped thickly around his tongue. His breathing was rapid, hot against me as he inhaled deeply drawing in the fragrance of my lust. He used his fingers to spread me wide open, slid two inside me and let out a guttural sound as he ravaged me like a sex starved man at a buffet of fuck flesh. He licked and sucked and hunted in my cunt. His frantic and intimate exploration triggered something deep and primal in me. I pressed my pussy tightly against him and forced his face in even deeper. My clit was pulsing, heavy and hot. I was sure that he could see it, even there in the darkness, poking out between my swollen lips, flushed scarlet, desperate in its need. He took it in his mouth and circled it gently with his tongue then licked and sucked it harder. I moaned and writhed and raked my hands through his hair. 

I focused entirely on the sensations growing and building in my pussy, savoring the way my cunt clenched and heaved as his tongue worked me. I arched my back and pushed up against him, rocking against his mouth and fingers until my thighs shook from the surges of pleasure that short circuited my brain. I wanted to scream but my orgasm sucked the breath out of my lungs as it came rushing like lightening through me leaving me gasping and panting heavily. 

Don kissed me hard. His face reeked of pussy and I could taste myself on him as his tongue plundered my mouth and his teeth nipped at me. By the time we finally came up for air, my lips were tender and bruised. We hadn't uttered a word to each other but desire and intense need vibrated from him in waves. He kneeled between my thighs, lifted my ass and propped some pillows beneath it. Then, he splayed my legs wide open and rested them up on his shoulders. He was breathing fast and the warm spicy scent of his crotch; sharply male, yet intoxicatingly intimate, together with the faint smell of fresh sweat, flooded my senses. I felt my desire grow in a completely new way. He didn't speak, nor did I. The silence in the darkness, broken only by the urgency of raw desire was our conspiracy and I knew the precise moment when it would end. 

I grasped his cock. Pre-cum leaked from the slit as it pulsed in my hand. I rubbed it over my pussy lips and he growled. He was in no mood to be teased, the waiting was over. He pushed into me in one deep delicious thrust and grunted as it cleaved its way through my tight flesh. I cried out from the force of it, but his thickness filled my cunt perfectly and he angled himself so that every inch of my pussy was stimulated as we fucked. It was the perfect compliment to his fingering and tonguing and after a few thrusts I could feel my pussy clenching its way up the great wall of ecstasy again. 

His thrusts were deep, hard and fast as he pounded me. Breathless gasps and low pitched growls of pleasure rumbled from the back of his throat like music to my ears. Inside me, I could feel the intensification of his rhythm as he got close. Deeper, harder, the pause between thrust and withdrawal longer. His balls slapped hotly against my ass, the squelchy sounds of our fucking punctuated the air. 

"Oh God, baby, baby!" I shrieked as I quivered in ecstasy, head thrashing about, moaning mindlessly as my cunt convulsed in clutching spasms around him.

"Arrgh! Jasmine. Oh fuck!" His cock contracted and expanded like a hand making a fist inside me and hot come burst from him with each wracking ejaculation. He collapsed against me and I held him tightly, panting, our mouths dry, hearts banging, bathed in perspiration and the afterglow of exquisite peace with his cock lodged inside me until I felt the last of our pulsing throbs ebb away. 

***

In the months that had passed since I'd met Don, life had been kind to me. I'd taken the plunge to start up my own garden design business and it was growing steadily. Meredith was totally pissed and she pointedly ignored me at the Spring Garden Show where we both had display stands. But I couldn't have cared less. I was happier than I could remember. 

Don had unleashed a passion and uncovered a wild side in me that I never knew existed before. He'd asked me to move in with him, but I hadn't. Not yet. I was still enjoying the discovery and exploration stage of our relationship, and I loved the exquisite thrill and anticipation of seeing him after a day or so of being apart from him. He was always exciting and never missed the opportunity for adventure. I'd even come to enjoy his love of sex in risky public places. And it was thoughts of hauling him off to the Orchid Hothouse for a quickie which filled my mind as I watched him stride towards me. 

"The display looks great, sweetie," he said, giving my ass a playful little pat. 

"Thanks, "I murmured," And thank you for the flowers. Nice thought, but you really shouldn't have." I flashed him a sexy smile and licked my lips provocatively, "You know I'm a sure thing, flowers or not."

"What are you talking about, baby?"

"The long stemmed roses in the box," I said, pointing to them. "A dozen of the best, but I think I like the raunchy note better."

A genuine look of puzzlement crossed his features as he picked up the note and read the lurid message: "I wanna fuck you!" 

"I wanna fuck you too," I said, grabbing his arm and steering him towards the hothouse. "And I know the perfect place for a quickie." 

"Jasmine, wait!" he said, glancing around, "You don't understand, I didn't send those flowers."

"Yeah, right," I giggled, "Nice try, but you know what gets me going." I opened the door of the hothouse, saw nobody there and dragged him inside. I was already wet with anticipation. My hands tugged at the zipper on his pants and I reached inside expecting to release him like a rampant steel spring, but he wasn't erect. 

"Not in the mood yet?" I grinned and dropped to my knees, gulping his cock into my mouth and sucking it until I struggled to accommodate all of him. I couldn't take him past the back of my throat but I made up for it by drenching him in saliva while I worked my tongue and my lips rapidly over him.

"Jasmine," he groaned, running his hands feverishly through my hair. "Baby,listen I would never send you red roses because I know that yellow ones are your favorite."

I pulled off him with an audible slurp. Spit dribbled down my chin. "That's exactly why you would send red roses," I said, twirling my tongue teasingly around the head of his cock as I looked up at his face contorting with pleasure. "So you could fool me into thinking it was someone else. Great idea!" I reached between my legs into my sopping cunt and touched my clit. The muscles of my belly clenched in uncontrollable desire. Another thirty seconds of this and I was going to come. 

"Oh, Christ!" Don panted, "You have to listen to me about this. I want you to be careful."

"Fuck, caution," I rasped, trembling from scalp to sole with need. "I need you inside me. Now! Come on! Fuck me!" 

He did. Up against the wall, with my thong ripped aside and the humidity and fragrance of hothouse orchids clinging to us. He fucked me hard and hurtled me into raw, hoarse orgasm.

Cool, fresh air rushed at me as I walked back on legs that felt like jelly. Don had planted a smiling kiss on my lips and fled for a meeting he was already late for, but I could still feel his come oozing from me. Maybe I would move in with him, he was just utterly addictive- 

The first glimpse of the huge bouquet of creamy white flowers waiting for me stopped me dead in my tracks. I stared aghast at the pronounced crimson stamens protruding from the trumpet shaped flowers like erect penises. Some people might see them as erotic, but I didn't. 

Alarm prickled up my spine. I didn't need to read the note to know that they were not from Don. He would never, ever send me St Joseph's Lilies. He knew they were the only flower I was highly allergic to. Real fear bubbled up in me as I stood rooted to the spot. 

Someone was watching me...

THE END

Author's Note: Thanks for taking the time out to read my latest story after a lengthy absence. I hope you enjoyed it and I'd appreciate your votes and feedback which I will always reply to if there is an email address. J