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Oklahoma

By: KansasTrouble



It has been more than eight years since I have seen Oklahoma. I think about her more every day. She came back into my life at a time when I needed someone who knows me better than most. She definitely fits that description. Now I think it's time to return the favor.

I called her boss and got it so that she had two days off in a row. I drove down and go a hotel. I took time to prepare a few things then about noon I went to her work so that she wouldn't be able to talk to me but would think about me for the rest of the day. 

She wasn't even paying attention when I walked up to the counter but, when she turned around I thought she was going to have to pick up her jaw. I placed my order just like anyone else. I paid and then slipped her an envelope. In it contained a note, my room key, and cash. I hoped she would come straight after work. 

Just as I figured, she got off early. I had a note on the door, for her. She came in and did exactly what it said. I got up and got myself ready. I laid back down on the bed with a purple nighty on and I laid a note on my chest.

She came out of the bathroom and I heard her catch her breath. I felt her slowly slide onto the bed. She took the note and read it. It said that if you want me, then kiss me. Not surprisingly she wanted to test me so she ran her hands all over my body. It took everything I had but I didn't move. She took her hand off me and then ever so tenderly she placed her lips on mine. 

We kissed passionately as I opened my eyes to meet her gaze. Our kiss went on and as it broke, I whispered, "Even if for only the next two days, I am yours to do with as you please, within reason that is."

She looked at me as if she didn't believe me. She slid off the bed and then came around and had me sit on the edge of the bed. She looked me in the eyes and dropped to one knee and said, "Even if it is only for the next two days will you be my wife?"

I was silent and then said, "For the next 2 days, I do." She stood up, laid me back and made mad, passionate love to me. After a couple of hours of making love, we went to the shower. We were passionate in the shower but with no intention of having sex. 

We got dressed so she could go get different clothes and show me off. I could see the wheels turning on what would happen. When we got the house, Lori was there. We walked in hand and hand. She introduced us. Lori's mood instantly changed. 

I was in jeans, boots, and a sleeveless button down shirt. My spikes were done and I had sunglasses on. If she wanted dominant she got it, even if that was not me, Lori didn't know that. Oklahoma went to grab a few things and announced that she would not be around for a couple of days. That drew more than a few evil glares. 

When we got back in the escape Oklahoma called Lee to see what was going on, and a plan was hatched to meet at Partners that night. Lee asked, "When do you want me to pick you up?" 

"I have a ride. A friend of mine showed up."

"Who? Who? Let me guess..." Lee guessed a few names but was not even close. 

We went back to the hotel room. I decided to let Oklahoma decide what I should wear. She chose a silky black sleeveless shirt with a see through black shirt over it. This was matched with black jeans and boots. I would wear my sunglasses as my eyes were slightly bothering me. Before I could get dressed however I got shoved onto the bed and teased unmercifully. I was squirming and withering on the verge of orgasmic bliss. 

In my bag Oklahoma found my remote vibrator. She slid it in my pussy and tested it out. She said, "That will do, get dressed."

I was miffed but not surprised. I put on my black bra to make my boobs look extra good. I was dressed and if I do say so myself, I looked pretty good. Just as I thought that I felt the familiar buzz in my pussy. It was going to be an interesting night. Just to make sure she knew the mood I was in, as we walked out the door I pinned her up against the wall and kissed her with an unbridled passion. 

We just talked on the way to the bar knowing what could be to come. The last time we went to a club together I ended up flirting with an ex of hers. Maybe I can be more focused this time. We arrived at the bar and walked in hand in hand. It was an interesting feeling. Once again I didn't have to hide who part of me is. 

There was a nice slow song just starting so I led her straight to the dance floor. It was so easy just to float back into the dancers we used to be. It was like no one else even existed. We floated around the floor. The song ended so she found us a place to sit and I went to get us drinks. It didn't take me long to realize that my eyes would very likely get me into trouble tonight. 

I took our drinks and went to find Oklahoma. No more than I sat down I found more eye candy and I got buzzed. I had been caught. A slow two-step number came on and one of the girls I had my eye on came and asked me to dance. I looked at Oklahoma and she just nodded.

We got on the dance floor and flew into step. Jaycee asked me, "Are you taken?" 

"It's a long story but for the next two days at least, I am taken." When the song ended she apologized, thanked me and walked away. 

I headed towards Oklahoma. She was talking to someone. Oklahoma introduced me to Lee and Mel. We talked until anther slow song came on. Oklahoma took me out on the floor. We were quiet and then she asked me "What's on your mind?"

"I am conflicted, I want to flirt and yet I am doing my damndest not to. It's so hard not to be who I have been for so long."

Oklahoma said, "As long as you go home with me tonight, have fun. Now answer my question about Lee." 

"Ten minutes does not constitute an opinion besides if there is a problem, just buzz me. You should be able to buzz me anywhere in this bar."

I kissed her and then as Mel and Lee danced by us, I grabbed Lee and danced away. We talked until the song ended and then laughing we went to the table, I got buzzed. I gave Oklahoma this fuck off look and walked away to play a game of pool. She texted me but I ignored it. When I came back, I kissed her, sat down and read her text. I was angry. 

Jealousy runs wild I see. I went to find Jaycee. She was with a gorgeous girl. I asked her to dance and she said only if Robyn could come too. I took a hand of each over my shoulder and led them to the floor. The song playing was a serious bump and grind song. I had one in front and one behind. Periodically, they would switch. It was so hot! At one point Jaycee jumped into my arms and it looked like we were fucking. I was getting buzzed hard, oh well! The buzzing only made me hotter. 

When the song was over I kissed them both and came back to sit down. I looked at Oklahoma and said, "Another text and I am outta here." I set back and just watched people. As she went to get a drink a hot red head came over and motioned for me to dance, but I declined saying maybe later. I needed to calm down or I would never enjoy myself. 

Oklahoma came back just as a slow song came on, so we went and danced. I didn't look at her and then I did and it caused her to catch her breath. I had given her the fuck me look. Then I told her, "Do you know what watching other girls does to me and even worse when they touch me? Calm down and you will be rewarded better than you probably ever have been before." 

We left the floor and I went to find the red head. I found her sitting with Jaycee and Robyn. I asked her to dance but she declined. I turned to walk away but she jumped up and took my hand. We went to out on the floor and it got hot quick. No more than we got really grinding here came Jaycee and Robyn. We danced and grinded on the floor. I kept my eyes on Oklahoma as much as possible.

When the song finished I made a bee-line for the bathroom, I did my business and as I was opening the door there was Jaycee. She pushed me back on the toilet, climbed onto my lap and kissed me. She was hot and bothered, so I asked, "What I could do for you?"

"Go home with me."

"Not a chance" I replied. 

"Make me cum!" she begged. 

I raised her skirt and put my hands to work. It wasn't thirty seconds and she exploded. She slid off my lap and we walked out. I went and sat down with Oklahoma, I no more than put her hand between my legs and Robyn and the red-head were motioning for me. I told Oklahoma, "I am going to go take care of those two girls and then we are leaving. I'm hungry."

Before she could say anything I walked away. The girls dragged me to the bathroom; they were both on me before I could say a word. I was kissing Robyn when my hand was guided to a pussy. It took me less than a minute to get the red-head off. I kissed her and focused on Robyn. She dropped her pants, slid onto the vanity and said, "You won't get me off that fast."

"Watch me."

I had my tongue on her clit and my fingers on her g-spot. It took me fifty-three seconds. I kissed her, walked out, and went and got Oklahoma. We walked out and said, "Where are we going to eat?"

I laid my seats down and pushed her back. "I don't know when you are eating but I am eating right now."

As I pulled her pants off, I felt possessed. I was not quitting until I at least got a flood. She was fighting me and I loved every second of it. My jaws hurt but I was very focused. I made one more good push and then she rewarded me. 

I collapsed on her then slid up and kissed her. "That was just my appetizer, shall we head back?" That would give me time to calm down. We went through the drive-thru of Jack-N-the –Box and got some food. We finally returned to the hotel.

I bolted into the bathroom and changed into long flowing black lingerie. I came out and got onto the bed. Oklahoma turned around and her jaw dropped. "I am not going to apologize about tonight but I had my chance to go with them and I chose you. I am extremely turned on and horny, but more than anything I love you."

She turned her back to me and I teared up. Once again I had done something wrong and ... she turned around and there were tears in her eyes. She slid up on the bed and took my hands in hers. She kissed me and then said, "I was insanely jealous tonight but I have to realize we have changed. You are still mine and that is all that matters."

She laid me back and together we settled into a nice long session of pleasing each other. Then like a snap of a finger, there was a fire in her eyes! She pushed me back and then went to work doing what she does best. My pussy was on fire being worked fast and furious. I felt and orgasm building, maybe because this whole night I had not cum. She pushed harder and faster until the earth started to shake. I came so hard over and over until I passed out. 

I don't know how long I was out but I woke up in Oklahoma's arms knowing that I was loved and I could live like this. I drifted back to sleep knowing that I had two more days to find out what I really wanted. 

I woke up and Oklahoma was not in the bed. I heard her talking to someone; I figured she was on the phone. I turned my music on and jammed out. When she came out of the bathroom I saw a totally different person. I must have pushed the line last night. I got up and headed for the shower. 

I wondered if she would join me. I was crying, deep in thought of my son and Oklahoma, which not even the water, could hide. The next thing I knew there were arms wrapped around me. I almost collapsed crying in her arms. I just let it all out. There was no point in holding it in. I started to pull together then and I turned around, and it all started again. Her eyes were almost cold and yet deep, there was the Oklahoma I knew best. I knew that something was going to happen in the next forty-eight hours that would change us forever. I finished my shower and got around. 

We talked as I did and Oklahoma said, "I need to go to my house." We left the hotel, and I took her back. She asked me to sit on the couch and wait. I didn't know what she was up to but there was something going on. Lori was trying to push my buttons but I just let it fly. Oklahoma walked by and kissed her before we left. 

A shiver went down my spine, but I let it go. I thought she was done with her, or she is just trying to get back at me. We left and went to get something to eat. Things kind of seemed normal, but I had lots on my mind. We went back to the hotel and lay down to take a nap. We curled up together and I drifted off to sleep. 

When I woke up my back was bothering me so I got up, took some drugs and sat in the comfy chair in the corner. I just tried to figure out my emotions and what I wanted. Maybe if this was going to end badly then we could at least go back to the bar. When she woke up I told her what I thought. She made a couple of calls, talked a bit and implied that it is all set.

While she was doing that I had my music on, so that I knew nothing. It was nice; she was in a better mood. Things were closer to normal. When we went to leave she said, "Why you don't let me drive?" We didn't head out of town and I knew something was up. We pulled up to a house where Oklahoma said, "Let's go in for a bit." I was okay with that, until I got backed into a chair and hand-cuffed to it.

No more that that happened Lee and a few other people waltzed into the main room. The music came on and it was like a replay of last night except I could not move. Oklahoma bumped and grinded and danced with quite a few people, but I knew it was far from being over. I was doing everything in my power not to get angry. There was, however, a knot in my gut every time I saw Lee. 

I knew that she was at the root of this whole thing but why was I angry? When Oklahoma and Lee would get anywhere near each other they were all over one another in a very secluded way. Seeing that I had nothing to do being locked in a chair, I saw everything. People started to leave and that's when things went downhill fast. They were just out of sight enough to let me hear more than I saw. 

My blood was boiling and at that moment I just wanted to hit something. At least last night Oklahoma was able to come and go. I guess she got what she wanted because I was angry and jealous all at once. I stood up and slammed down in the chair breaking the rods holding me to the chair and walked out. I drove back to my hotel room and proceeded to pack. 

It wasn't half an hour later and Oklahoma showed up. She walked directly over and took the handcuffs off. She said, "You can calm down now." 

"Well I didn't force you to watch last night." I flopped down on the bed wanting to be left alone and figuring it wouldn't happen. 

Oklahoma said, "Come get in the bath with me." There was a very large tub that could hold several people. She went in, prepared the tub, peeked her head around the corner and said, "Please." She was in the tub when I walked in, so I sat opposite her, which is not what she wanted. There was silence while I was soaking in the very hot steamy water. Oklahoma said something that I didn't hear. 

She thought I was ignoring her so she pushed a toy into my pussy. I said, "I am not ignoring you I just didn't hear you." We started to talk and then she asked me to move over between her legs. I did and then she started to rub my shoulders. She whispered and apology in my ear. 

I said, "I am sorry that I over reacted but you know how I will not give up complete control, which you forced me to do tonight."

"We both handled it wrong." She tilted my chin up and kissed me passionately. It felt like with that kiss all the anger and hurt just floated away, at least for me. I turned around and started to kiss her neck while her hands were rubbing up and down. I lifted a nipple out of the water and began to suck and tease, then we shifted so that we each had a hand on the others clit. 

It was on, with a race to see who would cum first. I was right on the money and I knew it. Before I knew what was happening we both came together. I fell back into her arms. We cuddled with each other. Things were back the way it should be. I said, "You knew what it would take to make me jealous."

She chuckled, "Yeah and it took you about an hour longer to break out of that chair that I thought." 

We got out of the tub and went to the bed. We laid there cuddled up talking to each other about what was on our minds. We were honest with our feelings knowing we had to talk about it. Most importantly we realized that we both had changed some for the better. We were really quiet; I was near drifting off when I felt a hand on my pussy. It started off soft and tender as if she was just caressing me but then she started to speed up. I rolled over but I was forced back. She dominated me, making me orgasm before I could fight back. She acted like she was going to go down on me but then she pulled out Danny and Jerome. She asked me with a smile, "Which one first?" 

I said, "Bring on big daddy."

Jerome was in rare form, tackling me and shoving into me with one thrust, and then it was on. He fucked me hard and left me wanting more. I had not seen Danny since I found out that he is actually my man where I thought he was just an ass. He curled up and talked to me passionately. I laid him back and then mounted up. We fell into a rhythm with a passion that is unmatched. He flipped me over taking several thrusts before cumming. 

Oklahoma slid between my legs worshiping the temple. I squirmed into a sixty-nine position. We flipped back and forth until I reached into my bag and pulled out my purple people eater, the eighteen inch double headed dildo. I forced her back and worked it in. When she was comfortable I mounted the other end and we played tug of war. I won taking it away from her so she flipped over and fucked me with it. I came hard sinking into the bed. She curled up behind me and we fell asleep.

I woke up before her the next morning so I pulled one of my old tricks out and woke her up to my eating pussy like I was possessed. She woke up having an orgasm; I went to work providing her with two more orgasms. I lay down beside her and we kissed like we couldn't get enough. She got a call and needed to run by the house so we got around and went even. Once again Lori was there to push my buttons.

I looked her square in the eye as I backed her into a wall. "One more word and you are going to see what kind of bitch I can really be- now step off." I turned around and walked out. My notice must have been heeded because she didn't even smart off to Oklahoma as she came out to check on me. She saw the look on my face and walked back in to finish what she was doing. We went and walked around a couple of stores hand in hand. 

We went back to the hotel and soaked in the tub. We curled up on the bed, taking a nap before our final romp. We both woke up with the same idea, please each other the way they like most. I went first, I dominated her until she had enough and thoroughly flooded the bed. We took a break. Oklahoma then did my pleasing in three phases. First phase she was soft and sensual. Second phase she was hard and rough. Third phase she gave me a soft sensual wind down ending. It had been hours since we started. We had food delivered and spent the rest of the night cuddled together.

Although I had a great time for the most part, I knew that I could never be with her. We had just changed too much.

Oklahoma Adventure



As I drove along the lonely stretch of route 152 somewhere west of Cordell, Oklahoma, I noticed a new peculiar sound coming from my car. New sounds are always a concern when you drive a vehicle that is well past its prime. A few miles later things got worse. The glow of the bright red idiot warning light filled the dashboard instrument panel. I knew from previous sad experiences that by the time those lights came on the situation was usually past the warning stage. I drove on hoping to make it to the next small town before the car gave out. I did not relish the idea of being stranded on the side of that quiet nearly deserted back road somewhere between 'nowheresville' and 'you-can't-get-there-from-heresville'.

As I pushed on, I reflected on how I had come to be in my current predicament. The last couple years had been a string of disasters. Starting with my divorce right through losing my job. Seven long months of unemployment had left me heavily in debt and depressed. Finally things were looking up! I had landed a good job in New Mexico. Prior to this trip, I had only spent a brief time on vacation in the Southwest. Having spent my entire adult life climbing the ladder of success in the great cities of the American Northeast, I knew little of life in the beautiful yet daunting landscape of New Mexico. I knew this move was exactly what I needed, a whole new life, a new environment and new friends and associates, a place where I could bury my past and begin to enjoy a new life. 

So, I put the relocation allowance money in the bank to keep my creditors at bay a few more weeks, loaded the few things I could not live without into my old clunker and hit the road. Everything I had of monetary value remained in my old house with my ex-wife. Neither her nor my two daughters had much use for anything other then my checkbook, so my moving across the continent was of little concern to them. 

I had a couple weeks before I was due at the new job, so I choose to avoid the interstates. I hated those boring high-speed trips and besides I was not sure my car could handle a 2000-mile high-speed cross-country run. I stuck to the mostly forgotten US Highways and state roads that provide a bucolic trip, albeit at a slower pace. The time to reflect and regroup was doing me a great deal of good.

A loud bang and sudden spewing of smoke from under my hood startled me from my reflections on life. My car was now struggling and lurching along the road. The noise was beginning to sound like a death rattle. To my relief I passed a sign announcing that there was a service station and dinner two miles ahead. As I coaxed the dying machine along, I hoped to find the facility opened and not boarded up and abandoned like so many small roadside establishments. I managed to get the car to limp almost the whole two miles. It died a few feet from Billy's Garage and Gas. Billy and his son helped me push my piece-of-shit the rest of the way. 

Billy didn't look too confident my old car was ever going to leave Oklahoma. Looking Around, I could see that it wouldn't be the first car that had been left at Billy's. The lot out back was littered with once proud machines rusting in the Oklahoma sun. Well setting sun was more like it. It was nearly evening and Billy promised that he would take a look at the car first thing in the morning. I thanked him and walked to the curb. I looked up and down the empty road wondering what I could find to do until Billy either fixed my car or pronounced it deceased. There were a couple dozen or so buildings grouped together in what I guess one could call a town. Several of them were boarded up and falling down, victims of the Interstate. Most were private homes that had seen much better days. The only other commercial establishment still in business in the town sat across the road from Billy's. 

Sal's Sooner Café had clearly seen better days. The half lit neon sign promised both 'good eats' and 'home cooking.' I expected neither as I slowly made my way across the road. Wasn't like I had my choice of fine restaurants. Out back of the diner I could see a row of rather ramshackle cabins that made the Bate's Motel look like the Ritz. I closed my eyes and imagined a bright well-kept landscape with new tourist cabins ringing the charming country diner. The lot was filled with shiny 1950's era automobiles and the air rang with the happy sounds of family's on summer vacations. Returning to the here and now, I sighed aloud as I realized that either one of the dilapidated cabin's or the back seat of one of Billy's junkers would be my room for the night. My own back seat could scarcely accommodate a small child as it was crammed full of the accumulated possessions of my life.

I stepped through the front door of the diner and immediately felt a warmth that was surprising given the appearance of the exterior of Sal's. The small cozy dining room was sparklingly clean. It was obviously recently painted in bright cheery colors. Real watercolor paintings hung on the walls. Each of the tables was covered with a hand-stitched flowered tablecloth. They were all set as if waiting for the evening rush, which no doubt would never come. Except for an elderly couple sitting in a booth, the place was deserted. I surmised that they were residents of one of the nearby houses as there were no cars in Sal's lot.

The gentlemen looked up and smiled at me, "The girl will be back in a minute, mister. She went to fetch something from the cellar."

I thanked him and took a seat at the counter that ran along the back o the dinning room. I felt a chill of sadness as I thought of the fate of Sal's and all the other businesses like it. Here in this bright cheery room thousands of people had once enjoyed good wholesome food at reasonable fair prices. Now it sat like the last dinosaur, perhaps staving off extinction only through the love of its owner. Certainly, only the meagerest of incomes could be made from the small flow of traffic that passed by these days. Sal's was a victim of the march of progress. It was another part of the terrible price we were paying for the false pleasures of the fast paced world we created.

Just as my melancholy thoughts of things remembered and lost were going to cause tears to run down my cheeks, the kitchen door swung open. I assumed the thirty-something woman that burst through it was the girl the man at the booth had mentioned. She wore a waitress uniform the likes of which I hadn't seen since I was a kid and my dad took me for a burger and a shake at the Woolworth's lunch counter. It was powder blue with a crisp, neat, starched, white apron, the cleanliness of which suggested she had not served many patrons that day. The buttons of the blouse portion of the uniform seemed strained to their limit holding in her more then ample breasts. A brief picture flashed in my head of them popping and her large tits falling out before me in all their glory. I snapped out of my daydream when she spoke.

"I am sorry hun, had no idea you were here. We don't get many travelers in this time of year!"

Her smile was somehow intoxicating. I felt genuine warmth and an incredible sensuality radiate from her. The true beauty of her flaming tresses was hidden by the hairnet that held it piled on her head. I explained about my car and inquired about the availability of the cabins out back.

"Now, hun, let's get some food in you. We can figure out where you gonna sleep shortly," she said in reply as she filled my coffee cup and handed me a menu.

I just smiled at her and began to peruse the menu. I had no idea how to respond to the sleeping arrangement comment. Nor, did I have the heart to tell her I didn't drink coffee after seeing her sweet smile. She hurried over to the couple in the corner leaving me alone with the menu an unwanted cup of coffee. The waitress' infectious laughter caused me to turn toward the corner table. The old gentleman was clearly flirting with the much younger woman. The look on his wife's face almost screamed, 'you old fool!' The man paid no attention to his wife and went right on flirting. The waitress acted as if she genuinely enjoyed the old timers advances. If not for the old woman, an on-looker could easily imagine the waitress giving into the old guy's charm and giving him a thrill that he clearly had not had in many years. 

Watching this exchange I saw clearly her unusual sweet sensual quality. She was not the type of woman that men would immediately fall to their knees over. However, she had a seductive, sexual quality that I could not quite put my finger on. Somehow, I knew she would be amazing in the bedroom or any other room if one could find the key to open her passions. I tried to push the thoughts of her naked body writhing under me away, before the twinge in my loins bore fruit and I found myself in an embarrassing condition. When she saw I was looking in her direction, she handed the couple their check and walked back toward the counter. Despite myself, I stared transfixed as she made her away across the small dining room.

"You ready to order, er is there something wrong with the coffee, sugar? You hardly touched it," she said in a tone that conveyed her concern as she came around the counter.

"Oh um, actually, I don't drink coffee, ma'am. Any chance you have a Pepsi back there somewhere?" 

"Sorry hun, Pepsi coming up! Don't think I have ever known a man didn't drink coffee!"

She opened the antique cooler behind her and pulled out a Pepsi in a real glass bottle. I wondered how long it had been there waiting for me to show up to order it. She popped the top off the bottle and sat it in front of me along with a tall glass of ice. I smiled at her as I lifted the bottle to my lips. The cold glass felt familiar, like and old friend, against my lips. The syrupy, sweet, brown liquid burned as always as it flowed down my throat. As I returned the bottle to the counter, I realized the waitress was watching me as if studying me to see what the stranger in town was all about. 

I also noticed for the first time the nametag that was pinned on her uniform just above her left breast. I supposed that her breasts had distracted me from noticing much of anything else earlier. I read the flowery script. Surprised to find such an exotically named woman in such a simple place. Her name was Jasmine and for a moment I was transmitted to a field of beautiful fragrant flowers. My dream was broken when the couple from the corner approached the counter to pay for their meal. She followed them to the door and said a warm good night. I heard the lock on the front door click and turned to see her flip the closed sign over.

"I am sorry, I am keeping you," I said sincerely.

"Oh, no, hun, please you need to eat and well I really don't have anything to do. Besides it is nice to have a handsome man's company for a change," she replied in a warm sexy voice.

Instead of returning to the service side of the counter, she sat on the stool next to me. As I turned my eyes seemed drawn to her breasts. From above the lace of her bra showed slightly above the crisp neat uniform. It seemed an unusually sexy under garment for a lady with no plans for the evening. Just one of many paradoxes this flower, Jasmine was presenting. Her bra pushed her large breasts up and together creating one of the most amazing cleavages I had ever seen up close. It was all I could do not to bend down and run my tongue through the erotic path between her gorgeous voluptuous breasts. Her nervous giggle told me my eyes had tarried a bit too long. I moved my gaze to her face and to my relief I was greeted with a smile instead of a scowl. I imagined that Jasmine was rather accustomed to men ogling her mammary glands like a hungry dog eyes the butcher shop window.

"So, Sweetie, what you going to have?" she asked as her leg brushed against mine.

The touch of her leg on mine combined with the lascivious thoughts I was having about sucking her incredible tits caused a familiar stirring in my jeans. It had been sometime since my sex life consisted of anything more then my own hand as a partner. Even this small touch from a woman felt fantastic in the lonely longing place I dwelled in that day. I had a good idea that images of Jasmine's tits rubbing over my body would be tonight's fantasy as I stroked myself to orgasm. I hoped that she had not noticed my condition as I squirmed a bit on the stool.

Instead of answering her question, I asked what she recommended. She told me that she had just made a fresh meatloaf and that was what she was planning for her dinner. I said that it sounded great but that I did not want to take her family's dinner. She giggled in her infectious and charming way.

"Oh, hun, been all alone here for a couple of years now since daddy passed. Not much prospects here bouts for a husband to make a family with. Sure back in school the boys flocked around. I even married one. But well, after he took all he could from momma and daddy he left town, must be almost ten years now," she said as she slid off the stool and head for the kitchen.

As I waited for Jasmine to return with my dinner, I reflected on the young woman's life and wondered why she had chosen to reveal so much to me. I hadn't a clue, but I had begun to realize that I was becoming more and more attracted to her. She exuded a special hidden sensuality. I just knew that under the exterior of this sweet, simple, country woman there was a wild sexual creature; a woman who if I was lucky enough to coax into my bed would fuck me until my cock screamed for mercy. I imagined her naked sitting upon me with my cock buried inside her hungry, steamy pussy. Her beautiful red hair no longer atop her head, but now flowing down the sides of her passion filled face. In my mind her large gorgeous tits were bouncing about freely as she rode me. Our impassioned erotic cries filled the room as our bodies joined together in an orgasm the force of which rivaled the eruption of Vesuvius!

The door to the kitchen swung open noisily, bringing me back to the little diner. My eyes snapped open and I jerked my hand out of my lap. My cock throbbed as it strained against the coarse fabric of my jeans. My heart was pounding in my chest, my breathing was ragged and beads of sweat ran down my forehead. My fantasy had taken me to the edge. I struggled to regain control of both my mind and body. Though I was clearly in a state of sexual arousal, Jasmine acted as if she saw nothing unusual.

"I am not usually so forward, hun, but, um well I was hoping you would join me at a table. It has been sometime since I shared a meal with a nice, sexy, handsome man," she said in a shy alluring tone.

I eagerly accepted her invitation and followed her to a table. I made sure to stay behind her so she would not see the bulge in my jeans. We sat in a booth and enjoyed the delicious home cooked meal. We talked and laughed and got to know each other. By the time the chocolate cake she served me for desert was finished two hours had passed as if it were five minutes. I asked again about the cabins out back. She said that it had been years since anything other then wild critters had slept in them cabins.

"Daddy, always talked about fixin'm up, maybe putting a sign on the interstate to get folks to come back. Hell, impossible dreams my daddy had, with that new Holiday Inn right next to the highway no one is going to drive all the way over here to sleep in an old cabin. No, this town is going to die. Few more years, I gonna be sitting here in the middle of nothing but a collection of rubble piles," she said sadly.

I reached over and wiped away the tear that ran down her cheek with my thumb. She touched the back of my hand and smiled.

"Daddy's room is empty! Don't see any reason you shouldn't sleep in it. Yeah, Momma and Daddy would like that! I remember when I was a little girl, they were always helping folks got stranded. They said that is was a good person's duty to help others. Oh, guess I better call Uncle Billy though. He might be thinking you drug me into the back and took advantage of me or sumptin."

Her sweet innocent laugh made me want to grab her and hug her and kiss her. Somehow I managed to control my urges. Even though the idea of Billy bursting in the diner with guns blazing to save his niece from the ravages of the city fellow worried me a bit, I had to laugh. Jasmine had said that entire statement in one breath like an excited child trying to get her idea out before it went away. I was beginning to think the alluring Miss Jasmine was having some ideas of her own involving the two of us. 

I protested that I did not want to be and trouble and could just sleep in my car. She assured me it would be a joy to have a man back in the house to care for, even if only for a night. For a moment my lewd thoughts disappeared as I wondered if Jasmine was thinking of me more in a fatherly mode. After all at 48 I was probably 15 years her senior. I glanced at my reflection in the chrome of the old-style table jukebox. I quickly decided that I did not look old enough to be her father. I also became determined to find a way not to be sleeping alone in her daddy's bed tonight.

It had been a long time since I had had a sexual adventure. Since before I met my wife. There was certainly never anything sexually adventurous about her. Our lovemaking had been hot enough while dating and through the early years of marriage although fairly vanilla in nature. However, after a few years sex seemed to become just another household chore for my wife to endure. One I paid dearly for when it was performed. What made it all the more amazing in retrospect was when three weeks after I left the house she took up with some 25-year-old stud. Then the final kick came when I stopped by the house to pick up some of my stuff and accidentally walked in on her and her boy toy. She was on her knees writhing in ecstasy with his cock so deep in her throat I couldn't figure how she could breathe. I couldn't remember a time when I could get more than a little piece of mine sucked on and that always required begging. She didn't even stop when she realized I was standing in the doorway. At last the stud nodded to acknowledge my presence. Actually he looked like he wanted to pull his cock from her mouth and run away, but she had way too firm a grip on him. Instead I just slunk away. I went out and paid for a whore for the only time in my life that night. I closed my eyes and fucked that poor prostitute savagely. The whole time imagining it was my ex I was abusing. 

While Jasmine finished her clean-up work, I hung around in the kitchen with her. We told each other more about our lives. I found her unusually easy to talk to and she was amazingly open about her life. By the time the dishes and kitchen where cleaned and ready for the next day, she knew more about me than my closest friends did. I also, knew a great deal more about her than I did about most people I knew. She told me about the night her soon to be husband deflowered her and about the man that she met after her husband split who she kicked out after two years of nightly passion and weekly beatings. I even told her about my wife and her young stud, although I left off the violent whore fucking part of the story. When the kitchen was ready for the next day's business, Jasmine removed her apron and dropped it in a laundry bag by the back door.

"Come on, let me show you where you will be sleeping," she said in a voice that convinced me I wasn't going to be sleeping alone tonight.

I followed her up the narrow staircase that lead from the diner to her apartment. It was all I could do not to reach out and grab her buttocks as they wiggled back and forth. As I was two steps below her I could see the tops of her nylons and the old fashion garters that held them securely to her thighs. I paused a second so she would be even higher above me and stole a glance of her most private region. I had expected a pair of sexy panties to match the lacey bra. To my surprise I was treated to a view of her smooth shaven pussy. I felt my cock jump in my pants as my mind immediately filled with a picture of me burying my face between her milky thighs and lustfully lapping at her sexual treats. All too soon we reached the top of the stairs and entered her cozy living room. When she turned toward me a rush of embarrassment flooded my senses. I hoped she did not glance down and see my obviously aroused condition. She did nothing to indicate having noticed my pants were suddenly tighter.




Oklahoma Adventure Continued



When I entered the kitchen Jasmine was hurrying around so that she reminded me of the Tasmanian Devil in the Bugs Bunny cartoons. Clearly breakfast was rush time at Sal's diner. From the clamor I could hear in the other room, I imagined everyone in town was there for breakfast. As it turned out the whole town and then some came most every morning to support Jasmine. I grabbed an apron from the neat stack on the shelves by the door hoping I could ease her workload. 

"Baby, what can I do to help?" I asked in the cheeriest voice I could muster at that hour of the morning.

"Can you fry eggs?" she shouted as she filled little pitchers with fresh cream. 

Not waiting for my answer she told me to grab the big bowl of eggs from the refrigerator and fix twelve of them sunny-side up. I found the huge earthenware bowl overflowing with brown eggs. It was clear everyone here supported one another. Jasmine bought local farm products and cooked them to sell to the locals for breakfast. I guessed that most of the economy of the little town was just dollars passed around in a circle. When I turned back toward the stove, Jasmine was headed out the door. It had been a long time but I had earned my college spending money as a short order cook one summer. I figured it was like riding a bike and would come back quickly. Besides how bad could I screw up frying eggs?

I scooped a large blob of lard up and dropped it on the grill. It sizzled and crackled as it melted. As I began to crack the eggs into the hot grease, Jasmine returned to the kitchen and began to fill a row of toasters with slices of white bread. She told me that the home fries were keeping warm in the oven and asked me to set up plates with a mess of taters and two eggs while she checked on the customers. I was thankful to stay in the kitchen and not have to deal with Uncle Billy and the rest of the town's people. I was not sure how they were going to react to the city man who had spent the night with their Jasmine. By the time she came back I had the food set up on the plates and was buttering the hot toast. My days as a cook came back to me with each new burn I got on my fingers that morning.

When the last breakfast order had been served I began to wash the dishes that had been piling up. By my count at least 50 plates of breakfast had gone out of the kitchen. I didn't imagine there were more then 20 people in the town. These were good people who were doing what they could to help Jasmine without making her a charity case. I looked around for rubber gloves as the steaming water filled the big wash sink. Finding none I turned to scrapping the grill instead leaving the dishes to soak in the scalding water. Just as I was finishing with the grill, Jasmine came in the kitchen with another pan of dirty dishes.

"Come on honey, go out and sit down. I will bring you some breakfast. We can clean this up in a bit." She said in a tone that was at once sweet and commanding. "Oh, Uncle Billy needs to talk to you sweetie. Pancakes all right with you? I have a kind of a hankering for them myself." I told her anything she wanted was fine with me and turned for the door. For some reason she stopped me. I guess the look on my face conveyed my anxiety over talking to Billy. She wrapped her arms around me and held me as she softly kissed my cheek. Then she told me not to worry and that I was welcome to stay as long as I liked or go without any quilt. She also said that anything could be fixed. I smiled at her though my anxiety was not caused by the things she had assumed. I still had no idea how Billy would react to my having slept with his niece or the fact that I planned to keep right on sleeping with her. 

I stepped into the dining room and found Billy sitting alone at a table by the door. The table was set for three and I assumed that meant Billy would be joining Jasmine and me for breakfast. He greeted me with a hearty good morning and a genuinely warm smile. My fears melted away as I sat down across from the friendliest man I had ever met. Billy began explaining to me what he thought was wrong with my car. He said that although his son was still working on it he didn't have much hope they could get it going without bringing in a lot of expensive parts. He said sadly he didn't think that the old girl was worth the cost and it would only be a temporary fix anyway. Then he did something that I would have found odd coming from any other man but somehow it seemed ok coming from him. He reached across the table and touched my hand as he told me how sorry he was about my car. It was like he was consoling me on the loss of a loved one. I told him that I couldn't afford to spend a lot of money anyway. He just nodded and looked sympathetic. I decided that pile of rust out back of Billy's place was more graveyard to him then junkyard.

"Well, bus only comes through once't a week and ya missed it yesterday. If ya cain't wait for the next one, I can run ya over to the highway later where you can catch a ride to someplace with better bus service," he said. "But, I know Jasmine would be mighty pleased if ya stuck round. Seems she has taken a shine to ya and well if she like ya everybody round here will like ya."

I told him that I was very fond of Jasmine as well and that I was sure I would enjoy sticking around. He seemed genuinely pleased. He also let me know how special Jasmine was. It wasn't really a warning. There was certainly no menace in it; just a friendly bit of information about how everyone around felt about Jasmine. Before we could explore the topic further Jasmine came into the room. She had a tray with three plates stacked high with buttermilk pancakes, a platter of bacon and sausage, a pitcher of orange juice and a fresh pot of coffee. She set out the meal and the three of us ate and talked until finally Billy announced that he had work to get to. Jasmine and I also had work to do. When we went in the kitchen I was surprised to find that she had done most of the clean up while fixing our breakfast. So with just a little help from me, Jasmine had the kitchen sparkling like new in less than thirty minutes. When she finished drying the last dish, she turned toward me with what could only be called a lecherous grin.

"Sweety, we have ourselves a couple hours before we have to git ready to serve lunch? How bout a shower?"

The grin told me she meant a shared shower. It had been a long time since I had had the pleasure of a sensual shared washing. I am not even sure I said yes before she explained that she generally stripped off her smelly cooking clothes in the kitchen and threw them right into the wash. Even though I was already hard as a rock a thought of our shared shower, I complied with her routine. I was soon standing in the diner's kitchen naked as a newborn with my cock at full mast. I waited anxiously while Jasmine stuffed our clothes into her old washing machine. I heard the contraption start up and she came around the corner completely naked. I had of course seen her the night before, but it felt different there in the kitchen with bright lights. She had let her flaming hair down. I followed the curls down to her shoulders with my eyes. I could tell she knew I was looking her over and as she had in the bedroom earlier seemed to delight in my ogling her naked body. She sighed happily and her chest heaved causing her heavy orbs to bounce a bit. I unashamedly stared at her beautiful large tits. Her nipples were so enticingly framed by the large dark circles of her areolas that I had to resist grabbing her and suckling at her tits. My eyes wandered lower to her hairless sex. I am sure I licked my lips as I remembered the sweet taste of her pussy. 

"Wow, baby, I cain't remember a man ever looking at me the way you are now. It makes me feel so sexy and it makes my pussy ache to have your big cock inside it!" She moaned.

Then she surprised me again by sliding her hands down her body to her pussy and using her fingers to part her large pussy lips for me. She was showing me how hot she was by exposing her glistening pink flesh. Her causal attitude about being naked in front of me and her sexuality was both charming and startling to me. She had none of the false modesty of the city women I had known. I was determined from then on to lose my own modesty around her. I made no attempt to hide my obvious arousal. When my gaze left her pussy and I saw her eyes I was flattered by the way she was looking at my cock. She walked the several feet that separated us kissed me softly before taking my throbbing erection in her hand. She caressed my cock as she spoke softly.

"Come on baby, let's go wash up so I can suck on that pretty cock and take care of my man's needs.

No woman had ever spoken so sincerely or simply about wanting to give me pleasure. With my ex-wife I had had to beg for the very occasionally blow job she bestowed on me. Now I had a woman telling me that she wanted to take care of my needs. I would have protested that she was not my whore, but it wasn't like that. I felt she genuinely wanted to pleasure me and somehow knew that she would have her turn. Jasmine walked close behind me up the narrow back stairway. Her larges tits rubbed against me, pressing her nipples into the flesh of my lower back as she guided me up with her soft hands on my ass cheeks. 

She started the shower and adjusted the valves so that the water was comfortably warm. She stood back allowing me to let the warm water flow over my body. When we switched places and she was standing under the flow, she took the bar of sweet smelling soap from the dish and began to lather my chest as I watch the warm water cascade over her breasts. Soon her soft warm soapy hands were roaming all over my upper body. Her sensual touch caused my nipples to harden to little beads. My entire body tingled each time she touched one of my nipples or accidentally brushed her body against my hard cock. After a bit she had me turn around so she could wash my back. Her hands moved in circles staring at my shoulders and slowly working down to my lower back. Her lathered covered hands moved lowered and she began massaging my ass. I moaned deeply despite my attempts to control my rising passion.

I felt my cheeks being parted and her fingers running through my ass crack. Her soapy fingers danced over my puckered anal ring. I had never been one for asshole play, but somehow whatever Jasmine did seemed perfect and consumed my being with pleasure. Her fingers went lower and I instinctively bent slightly and opened my legs wider. As she carefully washed my heavy balls waves of pleasure coursed through my body. My cock jerked about as she fondled my sensitive sack with her delicate, soap-covered fingers. 

She knelt and washed my legs. When she reached my feet she once again asked me to turn around. I did so and she began to wash her way back up my legs. My cock danced in anticipation of her touch as her hands massaged my tingling thighs. I gasped when her hands moved to my cock. She was stroking me with soapy hands; cleansing me and pleasuring me at the same time. She moved aside to let the warm water flow over me and rinse away the soap from my body. She kissed my hard wet cock softly before standing up.

I took the bar of soap from her hand. It was my turn to do the washing and I knew where I wanted to start. I ran the lathered covered bar over her voluptuous tits, soaping each one in turn. I used my soapy hands to massage her heavy breasts and her nipples responded to my touch instantly. I tarried washing her tits, using my slippery fingers to roll her hardened nipples for a time before moving on. I slid my hands down her abdomen and then up her sides. She raised her arms allowing me access to her smooth freshly shaven underarms. As my fingers lightly massaged her sensitive flesh I was treated to the most sensual giggle I had ever heard. 

I moved closer to her, pressing my cock into her body. I pulled her arms down and continued by washing her shoulders as my lips met hers. She parted her lips and our tongues danced as my soapy hands slid over her shoulders and down her back. Her heaving soap covered tits slid over my flesh as our passion began to boil over. My cock ached to be inside her as I pressed it harder into her warm, wet flesh. I wanted to turn her around and bend her over. An animal-like lust was trying to take over inside me. Resisting the urge to fuck her hard right then I pulled away and dropped to my knees. I urged her to part her legs as I began soaping up her legs. She gave me complete access and I moved my lather covered fingers up her silky thighs. My fingers found her sweet pussy and I gently washed her outer lips. When I parted her labia and slipped my finger into her slit she began to moan softly. I traced circles over her hard clit as I slipped my finger inside her quivering pussy. She leaned back against the tile and her moans grew louder. 

I continued to finger her pussy as I listened to her breathing become ragged. I knew she was close to the edge. I wanted to prolong her pleasure so I stopped rubbing her clit and began to fondle her puffy inner cunt lips. Her moans grew even louder, sounding almost desperate. I slipped a second finger into her and curled it a bit seeking that special spot. She screamed as my finger massaged her internal pleasure button. I moved my thumb back to her clit and massaged her inside and out. With my fingers on both her clit and her g-spot she came hard. She practically pushed me to the floor of the shower trying to hold herself up by gripping my shoulders. When the waves of her orgasm subsided I quickly finished washing her and we both rinsed off.

Once we were dried off, she took my hand and led me into the bedroom. She kissed me softly and then had me sit on the edge of the bed. She got on her knees between my legs and looked up into my face. Her flaming hair fell back over her shoulders and her big, beautiful tits lightly rubbed against my legs. She began to stroke my cock softly as she spoke. 

"Baby, I want to pleasure you like no woman ever has. I know we only met yesterday, but I need to show you how much you already mean to me. For all the world I have always been a lady, but if you want me, I will always be your slut when we are alone like this."

I was unable to respond. The look in her eyes told me that she did not expect a response. I knew she was sincere and truly wanted to be my wild uninhibited lover as much as I wanted her to be at that moment. No woman had ever made me feel so alive sexually. She smiled at me and lowered her lips to my incredibly hard cock. She kissed my cock head gently and then began to lick up and down my throbbing shaft. Her tongue traced the flare of my glans and the pulsating veins that formed ridges on my aching cock. I somehow resisted the urge to grab her head and force my cock down her throat. My body craved release, but Jasmine clearly desired to give me a long sensual blow-job. I could not do anything to disrupt her plan.

She pushed my legs up exposing me fully. She started kissing, licking and sucking my balls. Though they were clean she bathed them thoroughly with her warm lips and hot pink tongue. She pushed my shaft up toward my belly and moved her mouth lower. She lifted my legs onto her shoulders. Her tongue found that sensitive spot just behind my ball sack. I felt my anus quiver as her warm breath blew through the tiny hairs in my ass crack. I hoped she would not reach up and touch my cock as the tip of her tongue danced over my asshole. I was barely able to maintain control and knew if she touched my shaft while she licked my sensitive pucker I would explode all over my belly. I wanted very badly to cum in her mouth at that point. I reached down and lifted her head gently as I put my feet back on the floor. I was panting and my heart was pounding in my chest. I managed a moan that was barely more than a raspy whisper.

"Please baby, suck me, I need...."

She did not wait for me to finish my request. She grabbed the base of my shaft and held it as her soft full lips engulfed my cock head. Her tongue swirled around my aching cock as she moved her lips up and down the top of my shaft. Her fingers pumped the lower half of my cock using the saliva she drooled on me for lubrication. I was not long before I was screaming and pumping my thick seed into Jasmine's pretty face. She continued to suck my cum oozing cock until she had coaxed every last drop of cum from my balls. 

Then she crawled up onto the bed and held me until my breathing returned to normal and my body stopped shaking. I did not even realize she had been fondling my cock and balls as she held me. To my amazement she had already coaxed another erection by the time I had recovered from the powerful orgasm. I started to speak, but Jasmine stopped me and moaned for me to fuck her.

I moved between her legs and slipped my not quite fully erect cock between the warm folds of her excited sex. Her pussy engulfed me, in folds of hot wet flesh. I began thrusting in and out of her as she encouraged me to fuck her harder. I could not recall ever being inside a wetter cunt and needed little encouragement. The shower and amazing blowjob had me in a state of sexual frenzy that I had never reached before. I began fondling her tits as I fucked her hard and deep. She slid a hand down between us and I could feel her fingers moving against my flesh as I pounded her hot cunt. She was rubbing her clit, while continuing to exhort me to fuck her harder. I do not know how many times she came before I finally exploded inside her convulsing pussy. I was exhausted and we were both bathed in sweat and sex juices. I rolled off of her panting, unable to speak. I lay there wondering if my life would be a series of amazing sexual encounters with Jasmine between serving meals to the locals. Before I could finish my thought, she squealed excitedly.

"Damn, Baby! I got to be gitting downstairs! Folks'll be wanting lunch!"

I looked over and saw the clock. Our morning quickie had turned into a two-and-a-half hour fuck-a-thon. Before I could respond, Jasmine was already in her bra and panties and slipping on one of her diner uniforms. I told her that I would be right down but needed to pee first. She leaned over me; kissed me and told me lunch was light duty so there was no need for me to hurry. Then she told me where I could find some kitchen whites to wear when I was ready. It seemed her dad and I were about the same size. As soon as she was out the door I jumped up and headed for the bathroom. I am sure that was the best piss I have ever taken.



Oklahoma Adventure



"Well, hun, make yourself comfortable. I have to shower and change real quick. I hate being in this uniform here in the house. Heck, when I am alone I sometimes shed it downstairs before coming up. If you in the mood to stay up a bit with me maybe you can find us something to watch on the TV. I will be right back."

Once again she had spoken a complete paragraph as if it was a single phrase. I watched her as she disappeared through an archway and down a hall. Trying to distract myself from my desire to follow her down the hall and join her in the shower I began to look around. The room was filled with pictures, mostly of a couple and their daughter at various ages. I assumed the pretty little girl was Jasmine and the simple country couple her parents. The furniture that filled the cozy room made it feel as if I had stepped back in time 50 years. I was sure the last new piece of furniture to enter that room was purchase when Eisenhower was proposing the interstate highway system that had destroyed Jasmine's town.

The only thing in the room that told me I was still in the 21st century was the entertainment wall. Jasmine had a large modern Sony television with all the latest gadgets attached. I recognized the DVD player, VCR and super surround sound audio system. Some of the other boxes I was not so sure what they did. I figured one odd looking one to be the satellite signal receiver. I didn't much ponder what the others were used for; instead I wondered how much of her inheritance Jasmine had blown on this equipment. From what she had told me of her parents I was sure they would not have been so extravagant. I felt a bit of sadness as I thought of this vivacious, witty, charming woman with little more to look forward to in life than setting alone watching HBO.


I began to look for the controls so I could find a movie for us to watch. The entertainment center had several cabinets and in one of them I found hundreds of DVDs neatly arranged. As I perused them I noticed that there were many triple X features amongst them. My mind wandered and I pictured Jasmine on the old style sofa naked, pleasuring herself as she watched he actors engaged in explicit sexual activity on her high definition television. I was so engrossed in thought; I didn't hear her return to the room until her nervous giggle startled me. I almost dropped the box that I had scarcely realized I took from the shelf.

Jasmine had caught me staring at the cover. It was a picture of a young red haired woman on all fours. A man stood in front of her with three-quarters of his large cock stuffed in her mouth. Another man was behind her with his cock buried deep inside her pussy. Two other men stood watching, presumably waiting their turns, with their hands wrapped around their long, fat, hard cocks. All four were the kind of men that made insecure average-sized guys feel inferior. I reflected on the absurdity of all the male porn stars being way larger than average while my averaged size cock stirred inside my pants.

I turned toward the giggle and saw Jasmine standing behind the sofa. Her red, blushing cheeks were framed by her fiery red hair, which was no longer piled on her head. Though still wet from the shower her hair shimmered in the light from the overhead fixture. She smiled sweetly through her obvious embarrassment. My own embarrassment was nearly paralyzing and worse I had no way to hide my erection. I mumbled something about looking for a remote as I took in Jasmine's new attire.

She wore a sheer, pink, summer robe over a silky nightie. The nightie held her breasts tight putting her magnificent cleavage on full display between the opening in her pretty robe. The bodice of the nightie concealed the lower portion of her breasts. However, the sheer material was thin enough to allow the dark circles around her nipples to show through. Her hard nipples sat like bullets in the middle of a target, pressing into the silky cups of the nightie. The sofa prevented me from seeing how much was visible below her waist. I was fairly sure it would not be long before I would be seeing all of Jasmines sweet treasures. The tension now hung in the room, like an invisible cloak holding each of us in our places. Jasmine spoke first, her sweet sexy halting voice breaking away the uneasiness.

"Oh, is that what you picked for us to watch?"

"Um, er, no, just well ..."

"It is ok. I would love to watch it with you, hun. But, maybe you would like to clean up first?"

"Well, I could use a shower. But all of my stuff is locked in my car at your uncle's garage."

She told me that she still had some of her daddy's things and she would find something clean for me. Then she led me through a bedroom to the bathroom. She rummaged through a small cabinet and found me a razor and a new toothbrush. She pointed to the clean plush towels hanging on the far wall and said that she would lay out something for me to sleep in while I showered. I looked around sheepishly when I realized that there was no door separating the bath from the bedroom. 

As if reading my thoughts, she giggled and said, "Oh, sorry, hun, I forget how modest most city folks are. Momma always said a body is nothing more than skin and though we are all arranged differently there ain't no shame in what nature give us."

I smiled at her. I really wasn't all that modest. Had it not been for my half erect cock, I probably would have happily stripped while she watched. Again she let me off the hook. As I began to unbutton my shirt, she turned and walked across the bedroom. She busied herself looking through the drawers of a large oak dresser. I quickly stripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower.

The warm water felt wonderful cascading over my body. I hadn't had a hot shower in days. My last three baths had been a cloth dampened in a rest stop bathroom sink. I thoroughly scrubbed my body and revealed in the hot spray. When finally I reluctantly turned off the water, I peaked out and discovered she had left me alone. I had been so involved in my shower, I had not heard her come in and take away my clothes. After toweling off, brushing my teeth and shaving the stubble from below my beard, I threw the towel over the rod and stepped into the bedroom. It felt odd but exhilarating standing completely naked in a strange room with no idea where my clothes were. 

I stood looking around what I believed was Jasmine's father's room. It seemed like a shrine to the former inhabitant and I like Indian Jones was violating the temple. I doubted anyone other than Jasmine had been in the room since her father left this life. On the bed as promised, I found pajamas, slippers and a robe. The pajamas were silk and appeared to be brand new. As I stepped into the bottoms, Jasmine appeared in the open doorway. How she knew the exact moment my privates were concealed I will never know. 

"I gave those to Daddy on his 6oth birthday, the year momma passed. He never wore them, said they were too fancy for the likes of him. But he wouldn't let me exchange them even though they didn't suit him. Mmmmmmmm, they sure suit you though, hun," she said as I buttoned up the top.

As I turned, I thought I saw a tear in her eye. I thought it best not to get into daddy issues with her just then. When we talked earlier, she told me her mom died fairly young leaving her and her daddy alone. She then spent the next few years taking care of him while he slowly withered away. I found it curious that the room contained nothing that suggested Jasmine's mother ever lived there. I decided that was yet another one of those things in life I ought not ponder. 

Jasmine was right about the pajamas suiting me. They fit perfectly and the material felt amazing on my skin. Now I know why Hugh Hefner runs around in the damn things all day. She told me to slip on the robe and come along, as the movie was all ready to go. I decided to skip the robe, as it was plenty warm and asked her if she minded. Her answer made me think she would have been happy had I skipped the pajamas too. I wondered if perhaps all that no modesty talk was just a cover and she had just wanted to see me naked. I knew I damn sure would have preferred if we were both naked and jumping into the bed instead of off to watch other people fuck on film.

As I followed her back to the sofa I told her that we didn't have to watch that movie. She seemed hurt that I would not want to watch a sex flick with her. I assured her that was not the case and she assured me that she really wanted to watch it with me. She told me that she had never watched that kind of movie with anyone and was very excited as she put her hand on my thigh and pushed play. I leaned over and kissed her lips softly. She practically purred as she parted her lips to accept my tongue. By the time our kiss broke, the opening scene that was the producer's way of creating a semblance of a plot for the fuck flick had ended. The redhead from the box cover was already naked and crawling around the room on all fours. A half-dozen men in various states of undress were taunting her. Those with their cocks out were stroking them as they teased her. She was begging to be allowed to suck on a particularly large hairy man's cock. The monster between his legs was fully erect and pointing almost straight up. It must have been over ten-inches and the girth defied imagination. One of the men that was still covered below the waist walked over and slapped the girls ass.

"Can you get that monster down your throat, bitch?" he screamed as he pulled the belt from the loops in his jeans.

Jasmine moaned as the redhead on the television slipped her lips over the bulbous head of the massive hairy dick. My cock was tenting the front of the silk pajamas. The smooth, soft material rubbing against my sensitive cock head was setting my body afire with tingling nerve ends. Unable to contain my passion I reached for Jasmine and took her into my arms. I stared hard into her beautiful eyes.

"I want you, now! I need you! Come to bed with me please!"

"Oh, god yes! I have wanted you to take me and fuck me since I first saw your sexy smile!" she moaned as she reached out and grabbed my cock through the silk.

I pushed her robe open and slid the bottom of her nightie up, exposing her completely hairless pussy. My fingers danced over the smooth flesh surrounding her large already swollen labia. She gasped and squealed as my I began to gently open her with my fingertips. Her soft, moist outer lips gave way revealing the enticing pink folds beneath. I felt the heat radiating from her sex. It was as if a long dormant furnace had suddenly come to life. As my fingers slipped inside her enveloping folds her pussy gushed and her body trembled. I knew she was already on the edge and quickly moved my thumb to her clit as my fingers sought out her g-spot. Her clit was large and engorged like a tiny cock. I pressed my thumb into it and began a circular massage of the throbbing nub. Her orgasmic screams echoed off the walls as my finger found and pressed into her swollen inner trigger. I manipulated her button causing waves of orgasm to flow through her body. The force of her climaxes was stunning.

Jasmine grabbed me and buried her face in my chest. Her fingernails dug into my flesh and her impassioned cries of ecstasy rang in my ears. My cock throbbed and ached to be inside her pussy, but I would not break the moment for anything. She was in the throws of something I had never seen before. She was beyond orgasm now and I would have happily continued pleasuring her until she passed out. I was completely captivated and overwhelmed by the intensity of her passion. My need to take her was suppressed by the pleasure I was getting from being able to do this to another person. In addition, my skin was beginning to burn where her fingernails were piercing my flesh. I could feel the blood trickling from my body as surely as I could feel the warm thick juice that was flowing from her convulsing pussy out over my hand. When finally she pushed me away while screaming, NO MORE, my hand was throbbing and aching from the intense workout. I had finger fucked her so hard I thought perhaps I had sprained my wrist.

My fingers felt like they were cramping up as I watched her fall back on the sofa. Jasmine lay there, staring at me wide-eyed, panting like a runner who has collapsed at the finish line. I stood over her and remover the silk pajamas releasing my aching, dripping cock. I continued staring at my new lover as my now free cock throbbed and danced around. The wet spot on the cushion under her ass continued to grow as her pussy muscles clenched and forced out more sweet female cum. Her swollen cunt lips glistened with her juice as her flesh glistened with the sweat of passion. 

She reached for me as I knelt beside her. We embraced and kissed deeply. Our tongues danced between our hungry mouths. She slid of the sofa joining me on the floor as our passion-driven mouths tried to consume each other. Now on our knees our bodies pressed together. I felt her hard nipples press into me through the sheer material of her nightie. My cock head rubbing against her sent bolts of pure rapture through my tingling body. I felt like I would explode at any moment.

Jasmine broke the kiss and moaned, "God you are amazing! I want to suck that beautiful cock, baby!"

I gave no resistance when she pushed and I fell back onto my ass. She was atop me like a lioness on her pray. I wanted her naked and grabbed at her nightie, trying to tear it from her body. She must have sensed my desire even though I was too overwhelmed to speak my wants. As she sat on my legs she pulled the lacey nightie over her head and tossed it away. Finally her amazing tits as well as the rest of her enticing sensual body were laid bare for my eyes to feast on.

It was a short feast. She ducked her head and swallowed my cock like it was life sustaining. Her long red hair fell forward like a curtain, hiding her from my gaze. Her lips slid up and down my shaft while her tongue seemed to be mapping every contour of my dick. The oral stimulation threatened to cause an explosion. I couldn't believe I had found in this out of the way place the most amazing cock sucker I had ever known. As much as my body wanted to cum, my mind wanted this to go on forever. I was locked in an intense struggle to control my body. I squirmed under her and grabbed at the sofa cushions that had fallen next to me. I roared and screamed obscenities as Jasmine continued sucking my cock like a pro. Finally, unable to maintain any composure, I grabbed her head and forced my cock deep into her throat. She didn't even gag. Her throat sucked my cock head while she ground her pussy into my knee. She was fucking my leg with her hot cunt as I rammed my cock in and out of her amazingly talented mouth. 

Just as I was reaching the point of no return, Jasmine grabbed the base of my shaft and held it firmly as she sucked hard on the top half of my throbbing cock. I felt her hot juices running down my knee as she came on my leg and then my ears rang with my own orgasmic cries. My hot thick cum shot into her waiting mouth. My body began jerking as my orgasm flooded me with waves of intense carnal pleasure. The intensity was such that I tried to pull my spurting cock from her mouth, but Jasmine held me firmly in her grasp. She sucked every drop from my cock as my orgasm went on for what seemed like hours. At several points I was sure I would pass out. When Jasmine had swallowed everything I had to give, we fell together in a heap on the floor. We lay there for a long time panting in each other's arms.

When finally she could speak again, Jasmine whispered, "Please take me to bed and fuck me, baby."

I responded by moaning that there was nothing else in the world I would rather do. I stood and took her hand to help her up. We kissed gently and then walked to her father's bedroom hand in hand. Once there she tossed back the covers and lay down, her arms outstretched inviting me to join her. I paused to admire, my Jasmine, my delicate flower and amazing bundle of passion. She smiled at me and reached out to play with my balls as I stood over the bed looking at her. She was clearly happy for me to look at her naked body so lasciviously. I began to stroke her soft skin as she fondled my balls causing my cock to begin to return to life.

Looking into her eyes, I was suddenly overcome with a new wicked thought. I wanted to watch her bring herself to orgasm. I reached for the hand that was so tenderly caressing my sensitive ball sack and pulled it away from my body. Jasmine looked confused. Before she could speak to ask what was wrong I guided her talented fingers down to her wide-open pussy. She seemed to immediately know what I wanted. As she opened her swollen fleshy pussy lips, the bright red of her fingernails was in stark contrast to the beautiful pink inner folds of her sweet kitty. I moaned and then cried out in passion and desire. "Oh god, baby! Yes, show me your sweet pussy! Show me how it likes to be played with! Make yourself hot and wet and cum for me!"

One red nail disappeared into her silky dripping cunt as her thumb rolled over her fully engorged and exposed clit. I reached for her huge enticing tits and began massaging them like a baker kneads his dough, as I started transfixed at her fingers exploitation of her hot juicy pussy. Her moans began to reverberate off the walls of the neatly kept room. Although for all I knew at that point we could have been in a cave. There were only our two naked bodies alone locked in passionate pursuit of total bliss. Jasmine's warm flesh quivered and heaved in my hands as her fingers danced over her clit and pussy in long practiced routines that set her body to writhing on the big bed. I felt my cock dancing in the air as my excitement grew watching this amazing she creature unashamedly manipulating her sex for both our pleasure. With her free hand, Jasmine reached out and grabbed my cock. 

Instead of a gentle caress she tugged on it, pulling me to her. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her tits as she pulled me to the side of the bed. I screamed, the combination of erotic pleasure and the pain of having my tender organ yanked so hard overwhelming my senses. Jasmine came hard as she turned her head and pulled my cock head into her hungry mouth. She bathed my throbbing aching shaft with her hot wet tongue as her fingers continued to bring her to peak after peak. My cock muffled her incredibly sexy orgasmic screams as she pulled nearly every bit of it into her mouth. In just a short period I was getting a second blowjob from the best cocksucker I had ever been with. She was amazing. I was certain she could have made a fortune in one of Mrs. Teal's private backrooms. Mrs. Teals being the only whore house I had ever known. Unable to take any more stimulation I pulled away from her and grabbed her hand from her pussy. I brought her cunt juice covered fingers to my lips and sucked the nectar from them. Jasmine screamed at me as I looked into her wild eyes, "Fuck me now! Make my pussy yours, you fucking sexy stud of man! Damn baby, please I need that hot cock in my pussy!"

I needed no more encouragement. I climbed onto the bed between her legs and pushed her thighs as far apart as they would go. My cock was twitching and oozing precum like a leaky faucet. Jasmine's chest was heaving her gorgeous breasts and her face was locked in an expression of pure animal lust. I couldn't believe my sweet waitress had become this incredible sexy creature. I hadn't even been inside her yet and I already knew she was the best fuck I had ever had. Again she cried out for me to fuck her as her body wriggled on the bed before me. I looked into her gapping cunt before moving forward. Her inner flesh was almost scarlet so much blood was flowing to her sex. I put one hand on each of her shoulders as I brought my cock close to her quivering cunt and whispered in a commanding tone for her to guide me home. She smiled as she instantly obeyed my request.




Oklahoma Adventure



I had never before felt so dominant or passionate. I had never before wanted a woman as much as I wanted Jasmine at that moment. I knew I was going to fuck her harder than I had ever fucked anyone before and I also somehow knew that was exactly what this sweet sexy wanton she creature wanted at that moment. She squeezed my cock as she guided it into her fuck hole. I gasped as the warm wet folds of her hot juicy cunt enveloped my aching fuck rod. When she released my cock I drove it deep inside her. It felt as if her cunt was pulling me in. Almost like she wanted more than my cock in her. As I pumped myself in and out of her forcefully, she wrapped her legs around my waist. We were locked together like a pair of wrestlers in some strange erotic power match. Each time I pulled back she tightened her legs pulling me back into her deeper still. The springs of the old brass bed were squealing like the wheels of a locomotive against the curve of a track. With the addition of our combined cries of passion and ecstasy, the room was alive with the sound of fucking. Had the windows been open I am certain the entire town would have heard us and likely come to her rescue. Her screams were now such that it would not have been clear if she was enjoying her self or being raped. 

We were both panting and moaning creating a symphony of sexual noises. What words we managed to speak were mostly visceral, curse words screamed in an expression of our ultimate passionate joining. We had become one mass of undulating, sweating, flesh lost in sexual nirvana. I had no idea how many orgasms Jasmine was having. She seemed to be constantly cumming. I knew it was only because I had cum so hard so recently that my own cock had not exploded. My mind was in a fog. My cock ached as I continued to thrust myself deep inside her cunt. It was throbbing and her convulsing pussy walls were pulling and squeezing me. I desperately wanted to cum. My balls were tight and covered in her thick girl cum. Jasmine must have sensed my mounting frustration and near exhaustion. She began to urge me on. She was nearly begging me to fuck her harder and to fill her with my seed. Finally, I went over the edge. My body began convulsing atop her and what little fluid that was left inside me shot deep inside Jasmine's warm welcoming pussy. The high was unlike any orgasm ever. I was totally lost in my own pleasure. I heard Jasmines words and moans and coos as my mind went to total overload and I slipped into unconsciousness. 

I awoke seconds later, gasping and panting next to her on the bed. She smiled at me as she stroked my check. Her breathing also still ragged. Neither of us spoke for a long time. Words somehow were inadequate to express our feelings about what had just happened. As our breathing slowly normalized we caressed and softly kissed one another. Our smiles telling each other everything we needed to know. I slept more peacefully that night than I had in many years. When I awoke, I was cradled in Jasmine's arms, my head on her breast. She was smiling at me as she stroked my head gently.

"Baby, I have to go down and open the diner. Uncle Billy and the rest of the regulars will be in for breakfast real soon. You stay and get some sleep if you want. Come on down when you get dressed. I washed your clothes. I will bring them in before I go down," she cooed as she climbed out of bed.

I stared at her as I stretched out onto my back. She smiled and stood a bit letting me look at her naked body as unashamed as a baby parading around the room without it's clothing. I knew at that moment that it did not matter if Billy could fix the car or not. I would not be leaving as long as Jasmine would have me. I was captivated and I hoped I had not misread her. She bent down and kissed my cheek and told me she would see me soon. I felt the stiffness in my body as she walked out the door. I was obviously too old and out of shape for such aerobic sexual exploits. I tossed the covers back and dragged my body toward the shower. I figured I better get used to getting up early if I was going to be working at a country diner.

As I was brushing my teeth, Jasmine returned with my clothing. She seemed surprised I was up. I told her I was going to help in the diner today if she would let me. She told me I was under no obligation, but was welcome to help or do anything I liked in her home for as long as I liked. I rinsed my mouth and kissed her with a passion that told her I would be taking her up on her hospitality awhile longer. She patted my naked ass and left the room with a smile on her face. I quickly showered and dressed. Then I hurried down the back stairs to my new life.