Jasmine

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Jasmin Marchand threw her head back again with a squeal of delight, her cunt tightly wrapped around Mark Archer's turgid shaft. Her breasts were in his hands and he was playing with her soft flesh and the pebbled knots of her nipples as she squealed and shuddered on top of him. They were in a hotel suite, on the carpet in the sitting area, and Jasmin still had her shoes and glasses on, cum from their first coupling still shining wetly on her belly.

She rode him hard, bouncing on her heels and rocking her hips, repeatedly impaling herself on his shaft, eyes shut tight and crying out as he cupped her breasts in his hands, teasing the swollen brown tips with his fingers. He suddenly raised his head up and took one into his mouth, sucking hard and making her gasp and shudder in pleasure on top of him.

A moment, and then his head fell back, her nipple popping out of his mouth, and she continued to slide up and down his shaft as his hands reached for her breasts again. Jasmin opened her eyes then, staring down at him through glazed eyes from behind her glasses as her mind once again went back to how they had met; who would have thought that she would be taking his cock into her body for the umpteenth time just a little over a month later?

He was not her 'type', certainly not - he was not lean, tall and blonde. But there she was, frantically riding him on the carpet of a hotel room and getting ready to cry out in what would be her second orgasm in fifteen minutes. She let out a soft hiss as he started thrusting back up into her in earnest, fucking her back, kneading her soft firm breasts in his hands. "Ooh ... yes!... just like that ... yes! ..."

A little over a month before, she had been on the bus on her way home from work.

There were quite a few times when Jasmin did not like being short. More than a few in fact. Like when she had to reach up and hold on to one of the straps hanging down from the ceiling to keep herself from being thrown every time the bus lurched to a stop. At just two inches above five feet, she had to stretch herself a little more than was comfortable to reach it.

Jasmin grimaced with irritation as she grabbed hold of the strap over her head, looking around again to see if she had missed an empty seat or space around the more comfortable standing poles. None. The sun was on the verge of dipping below the horizon but the evening still retained much of the day's heat. She felt sweaty and sticky, and the tight press of bodies around her most assuredly did not help matters. She sighed, eagerly looking forward to a soothing ten minutes in the shower once she got back to her apartment.

The sun was halfway below the horizon and it was notably cooler twenty minutes later when she squeezed herself to the doors to step off the bus and begin the seven minute walk to her apartment building. It was turning out to be a lovely evening, Jasmin realized as she walked. Maybe she could take a walk, get dinner at one of the outdoor cafes lining the High Street and get some groceries while she was at it. Feeling her spirits rising, Jasmin smiled and increased her pace as she turned into the quiet narrow street leading to her home and made to cross the zebra crossing to get to the other side.

The car was not going very fast, but it came close enough to send her sprawling back unto the pavement, the brakes letting out a screech as they locked into place more than three feet past where she had been less than a second earlier. The car let out another screech before she could look up and sped off down the road.

Badly frightened, Jasmin did not hear the rapidly approaching footfalls behind her until the man was kneeling beside her. "You alright? Did he hit you?"

"N... no." Her voice was a weak quiver and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself before she could continue. "I think I'm alright. He didn't hit me."

"Son of a bitch." the man muttered under his breath, angry eyes behind his glasses focused on a receding pair of red lights racing down the road, as if by sheer willpower he could get a read off the license plate even at that distance. Abruptly he turned back to the still stunned woman sitting on the pavement in front of him, concern along with the anger in his eyes. "You sure? Can you get up?"

"He just scared me." Jasmin said shakily, wiping at a tear running down her cheek. "I think I tripped on the kerb when I jumped away."

The man let out a sigh of relief and smiled encouragingly. "Well, at least that's better than getting hit by a car."

Jasmin wiped away another tear of fright with her hand and for the first time focussed her eyes on the man kneeling beside her. It was a vaguely familiar face, a man she thought she had seen on one or two mornings at her bus stop. He was somewhat good-looking, she decided, even if nothing out of the ordinary. Not exactly the face of a man a woman would fantasize of as her knight in shining armor.

At the moment though, frightened and vulnerable, Jasmin was not complaining.

"Can you get up?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think so." she said, putting her hands to either side of her and trying to lever herself up, only to collapse as a sharp twinge of pain took her in the hip. She gasped.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" His smile was gone and he wore a concerned frown as he hurriedly laid his bag down on the pavement beside him.

"There." she said, pointing and then jerking away when he put his hand on the curve of her hip and began applying pressure in different areas around it. Jasmin gasped from the pain and almost slapped away at his hand before she realized what he was doing.

"Be still." he said sharply, as he moved his hand around experimentally. It took less than ten seconds but he looked relieved when he took his hand away. "I think you're gonna live." He deadpanned.

Jasmin bursted out laughing, despite the pain, and he grinned, showing a set of even white teeth. "Nothing's broken. It's just a bruise. A little ice and you'll be fine."

"Thank you, doctor." she said, grinning back at him, noting to herself that he had a nice smile.

"Dr. Good Samaritan MD, at your service." he replied. "Let me help you up." She nodded and he reached around her waist and carefully, letting her sharp intakes of breath guide him, lifted her to her feet. He picked up his bag - a laptop case - from the pavement as she stood a trifle unsteadily and regarded her for a moment, a worried look on his face. "I think I should walk with you, at least some of the way. Make sure you're okay."

Jasmin suddenly was unsure whether she wanted him to walk her all the way home. He was still a stranger, after all. But when he offered his arm, she only hesitated for a heartbeat before she took it, and after one attempted step forward found herself immensely grateful that she did. The pain in her hip took her by surprise, and if he had not been there for her to fall against, she would have ended up on the pavement again.

"Easy does it." he said, sounding amused. "I think you just need to walk it off for a while."

Jasmin's lips tightened, she certainly did not find it as amusing as he did, but the next step hurt less, the next one even less than that. A minute later, she no longer really needed him to support her as she limped along beside him, the pain having faded to a dull ache that sharpened if she increased her stride by so much as an inch beyond half a foot ahead of her and put too much weight on her hurt side. She did not let go of his arm, however.

Jasmin stole one or two glances at the man as they walked - rather, he walked - she limped. He was perhaps an inch shy of six feet and his broad shoulders and what she could see of his body shape under his jacket made her think Dr. Good Samaritan was a rugby player. Late twenties to early thirties, she estimated. Together with his square chin and curly dark hair, somehow everything conspired to make him remind her of a bear - a cute and cuddly teddy bear that could in the next moment turn into a vicious predator. Definitely not the tall, dark and breath-takingly handsome knight on the cover of the bodice rippers but ...

... she suddenly realized that she felt very ... protected, and strangely very attracted to him. Which was surprising, considering that she leaned more towards leaner and taller men. Well, her therapist had suggested that she "broaden her horizons". But if not for her current circumstances Jasmin knew she probably never would have noticed him in any way beyond the fact that he was someone she shared the bus with on some mornings on the way to work. Maybe it just had to do with the fact that he had been there when she was hurt and vulnerable. Maybe if she saw him again tomorrow at the bus stop, she would not feel the the same way. Either way, she was absolutely certain she very much liked the stern cast of the eyes behind his glasses, with the strangely incongruous smile lines crinkling at the corners.

Unconsciously, she squeezed his forearm where her hand rested on it. It was not a strong squeeze, but it told her there was a lot of muscle under his coat sleeve, before she realized what she had done. The man, of course, looked at her. "Anything wrong?"

"N ... no. Nothing's wrong." she stammered, feeling heat flood into her face. Her little squeeze had been almost ... intimate, and she was finding it hard to meet his eyes.

"Well ... okay." he said, with another grin, after a moment of studying her face. He laid his hand, his left - ringless, she noticed -, on top of hers, but just for a second, something of a pat, before carrying on walking beside her as before.

They got to her apartment building in a surprisingly short time, Jasmin silent the whole way, thinking her near-death experience must have affected her far more deeply than she had thought. All of a sudden, she could not wait to get into her shower and return her day to her control once again. "This is me." she said, when they were in front of the glass doors to the brightly lit lobby.

The man stopped. "Nice place." he commented, giving the lobby an appraising look. He turned to her and smiled as she let go of his arm, but the concern was still there in his eyes. "You're sure you're gonna be okay?"

"Yes, I'm sure." she said, smiling back. He had a really nice smile, she thought, feeling a small blush creeping up her cheeks.

"Alright then." he said, his concern visibly easing. He adjusted the strap of his laptop case on his shoulder and looked her over for a moment, his eyes resting on her hip. "Don't forget to put some ice on that, alright? Doctor's orders."

She giggled. "I will." She quickly went up on her tip-toes and kissed him sofly on the cheek. "Thank you very much."

The man looked a little surprised if pleased. "My pleasure," he said. They stood looking at each other for a moment, then just before the silence became akward, he nodded, mouthing a quiet "See ya," before he turned around and started walking back up the road.

Jasmin watched him walk away for a long moment, trying to make sense of the inexplicably profound feeling of disappointment that he had not insisted on seeing her all the way to her apartment door. She shook her head to clear it of the thought - she really needed that shower, to get her emotions under control. She turned - he never looked back - to enter the building, careful in climbing the two short steps to the entrance lest she find herself on the ground again. Surprisingly, the pain was a great deal less than it had been just five minutes before, and she was limping only slightly when she slid her card through the key slot, punched in her security number, pushed open the glass doors and walked in.

It was only as she was waiting for the elevator to come down and take her to her floor that she realized that she did not even know Dr. Good Samaritan's name.

An hour later, Jasmin stood in front of the dressing mirror in her bedroom and examined the darkly mottled patch of skin on her hip. She had to admit, it was a spectacular bruise. But the pain had reduced to a dull ache that no longer sharpened into a piercing stab of agony whenever she took a step with something approaching a normal stride.

She glanced at the ice pack lying on the dressing table. "Thank you, doctor." she murmured to herself.

She had started stripping the instant the door to her apartment had closed behind her, clothes and underwear thrown heedlessly unto the hardwood floors of her living room, and padded straight into the bathroom, stopping only to take out her contact lenses. After ten refreshing and blissful minutes of being pelted by streaming jets of barely heated water, Jasmin had quickly stepped into a fresh pair of French cut panties, and squeezed herself into a comfortable old tube top before she sat with the ice-pack on her hurt hip while she dried her long black hair.

Hair dry and pulled into a pony tail with a white flower ribbon, and after a total of fifteen minutes of the ice pack on her injury, Jasmin felt her day was fully back in her control. She looked at herself in the mirror again, this time examining the rest of her body. She grimaced; her injury would of course be on her hips. They practically exploded out from a relatively small waist and then thinned out almost abruptly at mid-thigh down to her knees. If ever some dictionary wanted a picture to go along with their definition of "child-bearing hips", hers would be perfect.

And she had the ass to go with it. She turned to her side ... the size always made her wince, her ass was not abnormally large for her body, but it came just a little too close for comfort. She had no complaints about the shape, however, a near perfect heart shape, from any angle she could see. Either way, wearing a sundress or tight pair of jeans in the summer always resulted in flushes of embarassment from the inevitable cat-calls and wolf-whistles, even if she had to admit to herself that her naughty side thoroughly enjoyed the attention and the boost to her ego.

Satisfied, her tummy was fleshy, soft and feminine beneath the swells of her breasts - but still gratifyingly flat - Jasmin turned away from the mirror and padded to the closet behind her, taking out a recently bought pair of low-rise capris. Biting her lip, carefully avoiding putting any undue pressure on her hurt hip, she slipped her legs through and slowly wriggled it on, turning to look at herself in the mirror. It rode much lower on her than she had expected, even with the partly elastic waistband, leaving a significant expanse of skin and flesh on the upper curves of her hips and waist exposed for all to see. With the lace of her French cut panties riding up on her hips, the view she saw under her tube top in the mirror verged decidedly on the erotic.

For a moment she considered taking it off and trying on something else. But then she shook her head; a nice long shirt would cover the exposed flesh, and anyway, it strongly appealed to her naughty side. Decision made, she went into the closet again and took out a shirt that fell down to her upper thighs, slipping it on and buttoning it up as she padded back to the dressing mirror. She picked up a tube of lip gloss and her wallet from the dressing table, slipping the wallet into her back pocket as she ran the gloss on her lips. Jasmin liked her lips; like much of the rest of her, they were nicely full, lush to only just a shade shy of poutiness. She smiled, happy with the wet gleam, and kissed at herself in the mirror, giggling to herself at her own silliness, before she tucked the tube into the back pocket together beside her wallet. She slipped her cellphone into her other pocket and clasped a watch around her wrist.

She had one more decision to make. The contacts, which she always dreaded putting on, or the rimless glasses she was certain made her look like a boring scientist?

Two minutes later, glasses perched on her nose only because they were faster to put on, comfortable rubber heeled strap sandals on her feet, and mindful of the little twinges of pain at her hip, Jasmin stepped out of her apartment building, feeling strangely exhilarated, and began the ten minute walk up to the High Street.

Jasmin paused in front of the dance studio and studio, a slightly wistful look on her face. Two female mannequins in leotards, tutus and tights stood on the toes of one foot with the other leg extended behind them at an angle near perpendicular to their arched torsos in the display window. One was smaller and shaped like a prepubescent little girl, the other taller and shaped like an older teenager. As she regarded the mannequins, a woman and her little girl walked - the girl actually skipped - into the door, the child dressed just like the mannequin in the window even if in brighter colors.

Jasmin remembered enjoying going to ballet class until she was fifteen and puberty had altered the shape of her body to what a ballet dancer's body should definitely not be - ballet dancers almost never wore large D cups, not to mention carrying around a rear end like a throw-pillow. But even after all the years since, Jasmin was certain she was still flexible enough to do most of what she could do before she gave ballet up. She smiled to herself; well, maybe not 'most'.

Her hip still sent twinges of pain up her side but even that could not ruin her mood. A smile on her face, she walked, window shopped and exchanged greetings with amiliar faces, mostly the storekeepers, barely noticing that the sky had gotten dark until her stomach rumbled loudly.

It was another five minutes before she came to a Thai restaurant that had seats and tables on the patio a few feet off the sidewalk. Couples sat at three of the seven tables. The middle aged waiter quickly sat her down at the table by the door once he had ascertained that she wanted to sit outside and quickly took her order of a green prawn curry with a starter plate of spring rolls. Jasmin looked around her as she sat, suddenly all too aware of sitting by herself surrounded by happy couples all wrapped up in each other.

It was not often that she felt lonely but for a moment, as she looked around, she did. It would be nice to have a man sitting in the seat across from her, to feel that frisson of sexual tension again and wonder where it would lead. A familiar bespectacled face loomed in her mind and Jasmin squirmed unconsciously in her seat before she caught herself. Sighing, she shook her head, deliberately shutting off that train of thought before it travelled to places she did not want to go. It was not too difficult, but the arrival of her starter plate was a great help.

She had just started on her second of the four spring rolls that had been in the basket in front of her that she heard a voice that almost got the food down the wrong way.

"My damsel in distress." Dr. Good Samaritan said, amused.

Hurriedly wiping her lips with a napkin, and surprised at how happy she was to see him, Jasmin beamed at him, "My knight in shining armor."

He had changed out of his work clothes as well and he was casually dressed in an open shirt, the sleeves rolled up, T-shirt and khaki cargo pants, and he was standing less than four feet away on the sidewalk. He still wore his glasses though. And a smile that made Jasmin realize that she just might not feel any differently if she saw him on the bus the next morning.

"Hi." she said, smiling.

"Hi." he replied. "How's the hip?"

"It's fine. A really nice guy," she felt some heat rush to her cheeks, "I think, told me to put some ice on it."

"What makes you think I'm nice?" he said, his grin teasing.

"Who said it's you?" she shot back, a playful grin on her face.

"Touche." he conceded, laughing.

She giggled, noticing another couple being seated by another waiter. "Have you had dinner?" she asked, hope in her voice.

"No ... I haven't." he said slowly, giving her an appraising look.

"Then come here and have dinner with me." she gestured to the seat across from her. "My treat." she added firmly. "Let me thank you properly for helping me get home."

He hesitated for a moment, looking at her, and then glancing up at the sign over the restaurant window.

"What's wrong?" she pressed, not so sure what to think about his hestitation. "You don't like Thai food?"

"Actually, yes" he said, "I do like Thai food." He looked back down at her and smiled again, "And, yeah ... dinner would be nice." Much to her inordinately great relief he walked over and took the seat. "But," he said as he sat down, "there's really no need for you to buy me dinner."

"What's wrong with me saying 'thank you'?" Jasmin demanded.

"I didn't really do anything ..." he protested.

She sharply smacked the table. "Don't ever say that. You were wonderful and kind and there when I needed someone." She did not raise her voice and she still smiled, but there was real heat in her voice, and in her eyes. "That's something to me."

"Maybe your company alone would be more than enough." he said after a long silent moment of his eyes travelling slowly all over her face.

Jasmin found herself smiling widely at him, but she was not about to give up. She opened her mouth again ...

"Let's make a deal," he said. "I pay for your food, you pay for mine."

"You're not getting away that easily ..."

"You can get dessert."

"Still not enough." Jasmin insisted.

"Let's start with dessert." he said, with a touch of firmness and a suggestive arch of the eyebrow.

Jasmin abruptly felt a strange thrill race through her at that eyebrow lift. She found it remarkably sexy. How come she had seen him but never really 'seen' him before?

But before she could open her mouth to reply him just as firmly that she will be paying for dinner, including dessert, the waiter, having noticed the new addition to her table, arrived just then to ask if the gentleman was ready to order. Seizing the opportunity, the gentleman asked for chicken and prawns in spicy pepper and basil leaves.

"I'm Mark, by the way. Mark Archer." he said as the waiter left with his order, and instructions to bring their food to the table at the same time. He stretched out his hand, palm up, to her in what she always thought was a rather masculine gesture.

"Jasmin Marchand." Jasmin said, delicately placing her own hand in his outstretched palm - a complementary feminine gesture - and found herself keeping it there a moment longer than she intended. She squirmed a little in her seat, feeling the heat rising around her neck as she withdrew her hand. But she kept her eyes locked on his as she rested her chin in her other hand, elbow on the table. "So ... you're not a nice guy, Mr. Archer?" Her smile was playful.

And so, for the next hour and a half, they talked about everything and nothing in particular, only interrupted by the arrival of the food. She found out that Mark was an electrical engineer, who liked to tinker around and invent things. He found out that Jasmin was an architect who loved cooking whenever she had the chance. Jasmin discovered that he was an avid reader and a virtual encyclopedia of information on a wide range of subjects. Mark discovered that she enjoyed crosswords and had a PlayStationX that hardly saw a day of rest. Jasmin learned that he was pretty much on the Right when it came to politics. He learned that she was largely apolitical but had family members scattered around the political spectrum. They shared a common if small interest in photography and they found that their tastes were very similar in movies and music, though she was into Country & Western where he leaned more towards classic oldies like Frank Sinatra and old soul legends like Sam Cooke. He played basketball - not rugby as she had thought - to exercise, she went to dance class - quitting ballet did not mean she had quit dancing altogether.

Jasmin found herself enjoying a man's company in a way that she had not in a very long time, and she definitely was enjoying that frisson of sexual tension she had been fantasizing about just before he showed up. And yet she felt so comfortable she was not feeling any of the akwardness that she normally felt on a first outing with a man she found herself so attracted to. What was most surprising was that Mark was simply not her 'type' as she had known it to be.

"You're such a nerd!" she laughed after she dragged it out of him that he knew the name of every single monarch of England, knew the life stories of the most consequential monarchs of Europe in history and could facially recognize every President of the United States, living and dead.

"Guilty as charged." he admitted, somewhat embarassed, his smile just a little shy. Jasmin found it endearing. "It's just that I remember stuff I read." he added. His eyes suddenly locked on hers with a mischievous gleam. "And I've read somewhere that women like you are not supposed to be eating alone. Ever."

"What do you mean, women like me?" she asked, feeling flattered, and amused.

"Beautiful intelligent women with everything a man could want." He reached out and started to stroke her hand by her glass on the table, and his eyes began to travel up and down her body, all hint of the shyness that had been there just seconds before suddenly gone. "At least, that's from what I'm seeing now."

She felt herself flushing, and strangely, she started feeling something suspiciously like she was getting turned on. She licked her lips. "And what makes you think you'll see any more than what you're seeing now?"

He grinned as he continued to caress her hand with his fingers. "I have this ... feeling."

"I think," she said, smiling with lowered eyelashes, "you, actually, are a very bad boy."

"Why do I get the feeling you like that?"

"Someone should send you to your room." Jasmin thought she really should move her hand away from his stroking fingers - they were becoming very distracting. But she did not.

His smile widened slowly and as she watched, it took on a very different cast. "Sure. If I could take you with me."

Her breath caught and the heat spread down and moved from her face to her abdomen, and then lower still. She squirmed in her seat unconsciously and licked her lips before she stopped herself. "Really?" she asked, a little breathily. "And what would you do to me there?"

He licked his lips slowly, "What do you think I'd do to you there?"

An image of her, naked, her legs wrapped around his back and him pumping away inside her, exploded into her mind. She felt a warmth settle between her legs and her nipples slowly begin to harden inside her tube top. Another image; this time she was on top, frantically sliding up and down his shaft, her breasts cupped in his hands ...

Jasmin was squirming in her seat again, lips parted and staring at him. His smile was positively predatory as he openly undressed her with his eyes. "I don't know." she answered a moment after he arched an eyebrow at her silence, her voice still breathy. "Why don't you tell me?"

"I think you'd be a very," he continued to stroke her hand, "very bad girl."

Jasmin suddenly saw herself bent over on her hands and knees, with him behind her, his hands on her waist and his dick smoothly sliding in and out of her wet and swollen cunt. She nipples were completely hard now and her breathing had turned ragged, the circles his fingers were making on her hand scattering her thoughts before they could fully form. She saw herself again, straddled over his face, her breasts hanging free, his tongue licking and exploring her slit as she repeatedly took him into her mouth and stroked him with her tongue.

"I think," she said, licking her lips again, "I need to go to the little girls' room." That last came out in a rush.

He only grinned and nodded. "Sure."

Jasmin smiled shyly at him as she pushed her seat back and stood up. She kept her eyes on him as she walked to the door to the interior of the restaurant. Then as he watched her, she suddenly kissed at him, just before she went inside. Unbeknownst to her, as she had stood up, the hem of her shirt had risen up to her belly before it fell down to her thighs again. But not before Mark had seen how low her capris rode on her hips, and the lace of her French cut panties rising up to her waist. The sight of that expanse of bare skin and flesh had rendered him almost speechless. And the image of her full lips as she kissed at him ...

Jasmin entered the toilet stall and swiftly pulled her capris and panties down to her knees - her bladder really was full. But her mind was far away from relieving herself as she sat on the thankfully clean toilet seat. She peed and cleaned herself with a medicated wet wipe from the pack very thoughtfully bolted to the wall by the toilet roll. But she did not get up even after she flushed everything away. Images of Mark fucking her crashed into her mind no matter how hard she tried to push them aside. For a moment the image of what would have been happening now if she had dragged him into the toilet with her played in her mind's eye. He would be sitting on the toilet seat, she would be impaled on him, her shirt open and her tube top pulled down he could get at her breasts ...

Jasmin reached between her legs and touched herself with her finger, shuddering with a tiny moan of pleasure. She was wet. Sopping wet down to her inner thighs. Her body was preparing itself for sex no matter what she thought about it.

But she was not sleeping with him tonight, she firmly decided. Not on the first night. No matter how much she would welcome him burying himself inside her. And feeling his tongue on her breasts, his hands holding her waist and hips as he pumped in and out of her ...

Jasmin shook her head sharply.

She was only going to kiss him, at the most. A long and hot kiss. She would not think any further beyond that.

Mark turned to look at her when she stepped out of the door and began the walk to their table, somehow cleared of all plates and glasses while she was in the toilet. As she walked, her hips took on a sway that bordered on the scandalous, but she could not help herself; she wanted him to watch. She stroked his shoulder as she passed behind him and took her seat, smiling coquettishly.

"Miss me?" she asked.

"A little." he teased, getting a look of mock outrage from her.

He grinned and reached across the table pick up her hand in his. His fingers began to move in little circles and whorls on her skin and she sighed quietly in contentment, simply enjoying his touch.

"So ..." she said, eyelashes lowered "what are you planning on doing after dinner?"

"Think about you." His fingertips began to tickle her palm.

Jasmin's smile telegraphed her elation. "I'll be thinking about you too." she confessed. Her smile took on a more sensual cast as she raised her leg under the table to stroke along his in counterpoint to the movement of his fingers on her hand. She licked her lips as she watched his eyes flicker in surprise before they locked on hers from behind his glasses, one corner of his mouth turned up. She squirmed in her seat again, her body suddenly more sensitive. The heat between her legs slowly grew more intense, and after a full minute of silently touching each other, she began to let out a low inaudible moan of pleasure.

Just then, the waiter arrived with the bill on a tray. Or rather, two separate bills.

"I took the liberty of asking him to separate the bills when he came to clear the table. Remember," Mark said, wagging a finger at her, "you pay for mine, I pay for yours."

"That's not fair ..." she protested.

"Too late." he gloated, picking up a pen and the bill for her order, signing it, and putting a credit card on top.

Jasmin pouted, sulking, but she was quick enough to smack his hand away and snatch his bill out of the tray when he suddenly made to go for it. Frowning dramatically at him, she quickly signed, fished out a credit card from her wallet and handed it to the waiter, who promptly took the tray with the cards inside with his thanks and a small bow. He had just gone past the door when Jasmin remembered something. "You said I could get dessert!"

"You said you were stuffed, remember?" Mark shrugged, all innocence and yet managing to sound smug.

Jasmin felt thoroughly exasperated, but she laughed despite herself, amused at how deftly he had foiled her from paying for anything. A thought suddenly occured to her and she found herself blurting it out immediately. "I've got cake and ice cream at home." It was just after the words left her mouth that Jasmin realized that she was half-way to inviting him back to her home. Looking at him and achingly aware of the moist heat between her legs, she was suddenly aware of how very dangerous being alone with him could be.

She wondered how could look so ordinary, so not her type - yet she wanted him inside her in the worst way. But she was only going to kiss him, she told herself sternly, dismissing the image of two writhing naked bodies - one of the furiously humping bodies had a face just like hers - from her mind. Even if she invited him up, she was going to stop it at just kissing. She squirmed in her seat. Nothing more.

He was looking at her with one eyebrow raised, questioning.

She could not, and for that matter, she did not want to, turn back. "If you won't even let me buy you dessert, let me at least make it for you." Unconsciously she licked her lips. "And I'm not taking no for an answer." She added.

He grinned with just a hint of the predatory gleam she had seen earlier in his eyes. "No objections."

She was not going to let him eat her pussy on the couch or take her doggy-style on the coffee table ... and she certainly was not going to give him a blowjob! She was only going to kiss him, she reminded herself. They were only going to sit on the couch, have some cake and ice cream and kiss for a while. Jasmin took a deep breath - her cunny was beginning to feel as if it was on fire.

"Great!" Jasmin said happily. But then, she abruptly raised a finger to announce another decision, wagging it at him in admonishment as she spoke. "But next time, it'll be my treat, starters, dinner, dessert, the whole nine yards. And I'm not taking no for an answer this time either."

Mark threw his hands up in mock surrender. "Yes ma'am. You win. I give up."

Jasmin laughed, "Good. Very good."

The waiter came back and handed them their credit cards and receipts, and left with another bow and a quiet murmur of thanks in Thai.

"Time to go?" Mark asked as he slipped his card back into his wallet.

Jasmin looked at her watch - tomorrow may be Friday, but it was still a workday. "Yeah, I think so."

"Okay," Mark said "let's go."

They were a few minutes away from the restaurant, and past the busiest part of the High Street, strolling and chatting casually, when Mark confidently reached out to hold her hand. Jasmin fell silent in the middle of the story she was telling, startled, then she looked up at him, her smile a little hesitant, but her fingers smoothly interlocked with his.

Mark suddenly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and pulled her to him. Jasmin barely had time to understand what he wanted to do before his mouth descended on hers. Jasmin instinctively opened her mouth for his tongue and threw her arms around his neck as she felt his hands settle on her waist and pull her harder up against him. Jasmin's toes curled, her knees going weak as his tongue licked against hers and he sucked on her lips. She felt his manhood begin to thicken and swell against her belly and she began to moan against his mouth. She started licking back at his tongue and sucking his lips into her mouth.

Her nipples had lost some of their turgidity but now they swole and hardened, pointing sharply to their full extended inch through the lycra of her tube top and her thin cotton shirt. They often caused her some embarassment when it was cold and she was always careful to wear a padded bra when she was going on a date so they would not betray her when the man was getting it right. But this time she wanted Mark to see and feel their pebble hardness as she pressed them to his chest. In the back of her mind, she realized that his hands were stroking her bare waist under the hem of her shirt - he had discovered just how low her pants were on her hips.

He deepened the kiss, practically lifting her off her feet, and the all too familiar image of her, legs spread around his thrusting hips entered her mind and refused to leave. Her whole body began to tingle, her pussy on fire and leaking cum to soak her panties.

She was breathless when he put her back down and broke the kiss. She opened her eyes and stared up at him, wonderingly. It was the perfect first kiss - intimate and wildly erotic. She normally would have been embarassed to have people around seeing her being so manhandled in the open but she quite simply did not care right at the moment.

But she was still only going to kiss him ... she was not going to sit on him, his mouth licking at her titties as she rode his dick. No matter how good a kisser he was.

He still held her waist under her shirt, and she still had her arms around his neck and they held each other silently for a moment, smiles on both their faces, then he lifted a hand and began to stroke her face, fingers trailing from her forehead along her hairline and down one cheek to her chin. Jasmin closed her eyes again, moaning low in her throat. Her tongue darted out to lick his fingers as he traced the outline of her parted full lips.

"I've wanted to do that since I first saw you on that bus." he said, quietly.

Jasmin's eyes popped open but she closed her eyes as he kissed her again, much more softly this time, but still enough to have her breathing hard when he raised his lips from hers. "What?" she asked, when she got her breath back.

"I've wanted to kiss you the very first day I saw you on the bus." he smiled. "But I don't think you noticed me."

Jasmin was stunned. "But I did notice you." she said, defensive, and knowing even as the words left her mouth that it was a lie. She had seen him but she definitely had not 'noticed' him. And just because she had not noticed him did not mean that he had not noticed her that way. She suddenly felt ashamed.

He smiled, eyebrows arched, still tracing the outline of her lips with his fingers. "No, you didn't."

Swiftly, she pulled his head down and kissed him, uncaring of anyone watching. She plunged her tongue into his mouth, exploring and sucking on his lips as hard as she could. She pressed and rubbed her breasts against him, shuddering at the friction on her sensitive nipples. She kissed him until she heard him growl, his dick a mass of turgid flesh against her belly. Her pussy seemed to contract.

"I've noticed you now." she said when she broke the kiss and stared up into his eyes. The heat in her own eyes told him plainly that it didn't matter that it had taken a near accident. She had noticed him - that was all that mattered. "But I have to tell you something."

"What?"

"I'm not ready for anything serious."

Something flickered behind his eyes but he smiled at her. "So I can't kiss you like that ever again?"

Jasmin definitely did not want to put a halt to kisses like that. "No ... you can kiss me like that again."

His smile suddenly took on a different cast, turning him from teddy bear to vicious predator in the blink of an eye. Jasmin found it oddly exciting "So ...?"

"I just got out of something ..." Jasmin licked her lips nervously. "And I just don't want anything serious right now."

"So where do we go from here? Cause I'd like to see you again." he said quietly, after looking at her for a moment. "And I'd really like to kiss you again."

She really wanted to see him again too, she realized. And kiss him again. The thought that had been running through her mind since her last two short lived relationships ended came to the forefront and Jasmin took a deep breath, looking up at him and considering. He would do for what she wanted at the moment, she finally decided. So she said "We could have an ... 'arrangement'?"

He looked amused, instead of outraged as she had feared. "And what are the details of this ... 'arrangement?'" He stroked the small of her back.

She shrugged her arms around his neck. "We could hang out and do stuff together ... and we could be friends ... but nothing serious. Nothing emotional."

"Stuff?"

Her look told him exactly what she meant. "Stuff. No expectations. No commitments."

He was silent for a long moment looking at her, and after a moment Jasmin lowered her eyes, resigning herself to not seeing him again. He was a nice guy and quite frankly, she could not see why he should continue to waste his time with a woman who was not completely in the market. Suddenly, he grinned. "Okay. Do I still get cake?"

She smiled radiantly at him, elated. "Oh, I insist!"

"Can I get another kiss?"

She smiled even wider and nodded before he bent and kissed her again. Soft and quick, but she still moaned against his mouth as he stroked her bare hips, turning her on again. Then they parted and continued the walk to her apartment, his hand locked in hers possessively, Jasmin still stunned that he had accepted her 'conditions.' Jasmin knew her nipples were poking through her shirt on a warm night, and she imagined that everyone who passed them, especially those who had seen them kissing, could not help noticing the swollen buds of flesh on her breasts, but she again simply did not care. So long as Mark noticed them and knew they were hard for him.

She still was only going to feed him ice cream and kiss him, she told herself. Nothing had to happen tonight. He was not going to carry her around her apartment impaled and writhing on his cock. He was not going to be inside her tonight. He was not.

"I know a short cut." she said as they came by the narrow alleyway that bent at the end. After two more twists, it opened into a small park and from there it was a short dark walk - which she knew to be safe by experience, the lighted street was just a few yards away - to her street just a minute or two from her apartment block. She caught only a glance of the predatory gleam that entered his eyes, but it was enough to set her heart pounding as he pulled her into the alley way.

They had only taken the first turn when he pushed her up against the wall and began to kiss her roughly, hungrily. Jasmin could only kiss him back as he grabbed hold of her full breasts and traced circles around her nipples with his fingers. He began to kiss the smooth skin of her neck and she threw her arms around his neck, licking at his ear. She realized that her shirt was halfway open and he had his lips locked around the swollen bud of a nipple through her tube top before she pushed him away, gently, but away, breathing hard. Her pussy was a raging and wet inferno.

"You're not going to fuck me tonight, Mr. Archer." she said out loud, feeling the heat rising on her cheeks.

He grinned. "We'll see."

She turned and began to walk ahead of him, feeling the hairs rise at the back of her neck as she heard him follow her. Knowing he was watching, she put a certain feminine sway in her walk. She was only going to kiss him, she told herself. He was not going to fuck her from behind, holding her breasts as they hung down into his hands and jiggled with each hard thrust of his dick in her aching pussy. He was not.

He grabbed her waist from behind when they were past the second turn and pulled her back against him until she could feel his hard dick against her ass. She grunted as one hand reached up to cup a breast, the fingers pinching the stiff and erect nipple through the lycra of her tube top. His other arm wrapped itself around her waist, fingers stroking the skin of her stomach. She threw her head back, eyes closed and moaning deep in her throat as he started licking at her earlobe. She writhed in his arms, reaching with one hand behind her to hold the back of his neck, holding him in place. When he released her ear from his mouth, she turned her lips up for his, only vaguely aware of the hand around her waist pushing under and past the waist band of her capris. His tongue plunged into her mouth as he cupped her breast through her tube top, squeezing, and she grunted hard, arching her back against him. That was when the fingers on her mound swiftly pushed aside the wet and filmy lace of her panties and a finger stroked into her cunt.

Jasmin went rigid in his arms, gasping against his mouth. Then her hips started to buck against his fingers. Jasmin's knees went weak and the kiss broke. That was when she realized that he had freed one boob from her tube top and that he had added another finger inside her pussy. She was still bucking her hips against him, unconsciously, but she pushed herself free of him. She hurriedly pulled her tube top up and adjusted the waist band of her pants, frowning accusingly at him, breathing hard.

"You're not fucking me tonight, Mark Archer." she said with a sniff.

He grinned again. "We'll see."

Jasmin sniffed again but in the next moment he moved and had her pressed up against the wall. One hand on the wall beside her, he slowly brought his other hand up in front of her face as he stared into her eyes. The middle and index fingers gleamed wetly, and she suddenly could smell what was on them. Jasmin watched, mesmerized, as he licked his index finger clean of her girl cum. Staring into his eyes, she opened her mouth when he brought his middle finger up to her lips and sucked it in. She cleaned it with her tongue, tasting herself on his finger. She was so wet she thought she could feel cum running in rivulets down her thighs. Her nipples were so swollen and hard, they were almost painful.

But as soon as his now clean finger popped out of her mouth, she pushed him away and folded her arms beneath her breasts, frowning. "You are not going to fuck me tonight, Mark. You're not."

He chuckled. "We'll see."

Jasmin stuck her tongue out at him and then quickly pushed past him before he could grab her again. He only just smiled, making no attempt to reach for her. He made no move to grab her at the next turn either, and Jasmin looked back over her shoulder to see him grinning at her. She sniffed at him and continued walking, hips swaying for him. But he only just followed her until they got to where the alley opened into the park.

The park may have been small, but it had very tall and old trees scattered thickly in it along with the little fenced-in flower plots. The lamp posts were few and far between, and with the trees largely blocking out the faint light of the moon, it was very shadowed and largely abandoned at night.

Jasmin had gone swaying past a large birch tree when she found herself being pushed up against its trunk, Mark's lips descending on hers so swiftly she barely had time to gasp her startlement. Hands went up under her shirt to pull her tube top down below her breasts before they settled again on her bare waist and hips. Jasmin had her arms around his neck, kissing him back hungrily as he forced his knee between her legs. She began to grind herself against his thigh, a whimper of delight escaping her as his lips left hers to travel along her jawline and her neck. She was still humping his leg when he bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth. She shook, letting out a small of squeal of delight as his mouth travelled from one breast to the other. Then he went up to kiss her mouth again.

After a blissful minute of his marauding tongue in her mouth, his lips left hers and Jasmin opened her eyes to find her bare breasts cupped in his hands, her tube top down to nearly her waist and her shirt three quarters of the way open - in the middle of a park where anybody could come by and see them. She did not even try to push him away this time. She simply stared helplessly at him, her pussy raging with heat. She was not going to let him fuck her. She was not ...

He leaned forward and kissed her, softly. "I am going to fuck you tonight, Jasmin Marchand." he said, kissing her again. "I'm going to fuck you again tomorrow." he kissed her again, stroking his thumbs across her hard nipples. "And the night after tomorrow." He pinched her nipples and swallowed her gasp with another kiss. "And the night after that." He licked her lips. "And the night after that."

Jasmin was breathing hard, making her breasts rise and fall in his hands, lips parted and staring at him as if she had never seen him before. He tightened the pressure on her nipples again and she arched her back, moaning.

"Say you want me to fuck you tonight, Jasmin." he commanded, his voice a growl.

She could definitely feel the cum running out of her pussy and down her thighs now, "I want you to fuck me tonight, Mark." Jasmin said simply.

"And tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"And the day after that?"

Jasmin nodded, biting her lip at the sensations he was causing as he stroked her breasts and nipples. "For as long as you want."

"Good girl."

He kissed her again, a growl of hunger deep in his throat. Jasmin pulled at him, her arms around his neck, and kissed him just as passionately, matching every thrust of his tongue and suck of his lips. One arm left his neck to reach a hand to the hard rod of flesh between his legs. She felt him shudder as she began to stroke him through his khakis, grinding herself against his leg.

He was the one who broke the kiss, breathing hard, as he backed away from her. Jasmin was weak and trembling with need, staring at him with dazed eyes. Smiling at her, he began to button up her shirt, stopping a button away from fully decent - leaving the shirt open almost to her nipples, a large expanse of breast flesh open for all to see. He had not bothered to pull up her tube top, leaving it around her waist, and her nipples poked freely through the thin cotton of her shirt.

"No." he said when she tried to do up one more button. She stopped, instinctively reacting to the command in his voice, looking into his eyes and loving the heat she saw in them, then her hands fell away.

"Let's go." he said, reaching for her hand. She quietly placed her hand in his and they continued the walk to her home. Where she was going to willingly open her legs and watch his penis invade her vagina repeatedly all night. Where she was going to be fucked on the first night.

They did not come across too many people after they got out of the park and unto her street. But Jasmin imagined that each of them noticed her erect nipples, the dark brown tips vividly visible through thin white cotton, and the jiggle of her unconfined breasts as they threatened to fall out of her far-too open shirt with every bounce. She was certain that the woman in the couple that walked past them winked at her! Jasmin imagined that they all could tell that she was on her way to be made hard use of by the man whose hand she was holding. She felt heat rushing to her neck and face but strangely enough ... she still did not care.

He stopped to kiss her more than three times, leaving her breathless and gasping each time, before he continued on their way.

When they came to her apartment building, she took her key card out of her wallet and slid it through, but she had a hard time concentrating on punching the right number sequence to open the glass door because Mark had cupped one of her breasts - out where anyone could see! - and refused to let go, even though she really did not try to get free. She got it right after one false try and the door buzzed and Mark finally let go as she pushed it open, following behind her. Her hips started swaying again as she walked in front of him until they got to the elevator and she pressed the Up button.

The elevator was less than ten seconds in coming, and empty. She took a deep breath, suddenly apprehensive as the predatory gleam returned full-force to his eyes, then she stepped into the elevator, reaching out to tap the button for her floor. He was right behind her, and as soon as the doors closed he was all over her. He yanked open her shirt and his mouth locked around a nipple, sucking deeply as she whimpered and held on. A hand went down to press at the gap between her legs, making her shudder and her knees go weak before he swiftly undid the button of her capris and began pulling at the zip. Jasmin realized that he had her almost completely undressed in the elevator and she started to push his hand away from her zip. His mouth left her breasts for her own mouth, swallowing her protests.

The elevator was almost at her floor when Mark moved away from her, and she frowned accusingly at him as she quickly gathered and held the ends of her shirt under her breasts in some semblance of decency, too distracted to notice that the fly of her very low-riding pants was still halfway down and her tube top was still around her waist. The doors dinged open and Jasmin sighed with relief to see that there was no-one waiting in front of the doors.

In fact, the corridor was empty.

Jasmin saw the gleam in his eyes and knew immediately that she had to get them into her apartment before he had her naked and impaled on his cock in the corridor where anyone of her neighbors could look out and see. She dashed out of the elevator, Mark a step behind her as she ran to her door. She was desperately trying to get her keys out of her pocket when he got to her at a fast walk. He pulled the shirt free of her securing hand, pulling it off her completely and squeezed her breasts from behind, licking her neck. Jasmin threw her head back and moaned, keys held shaking in her hand as he grinded his erection against her ass. His hands smoothly left her breasts and grabbed the elastic waist band of her pants and panties and yanked them both down to her ankles as she fitted the key into the lock. She twisted desperately and the door opened, and she had no choice but to step out of her pants and panties into her apartment wearing only her tube top around her stomach, glasses, pendant, and the sandals on her feet.

He followed her and had her against the wall by the door in the next instant, lips descending hungrily on hers as he hurriedly undid his belt and his pants. He pushed the door shut with one hand as Jasmin helped him yank down his pants and boxers in one go. He stepped out of his pants and boxers with his lips still locked on hers, kicking them away and kicking off his shoes, her bare breasts in his hands. Jasmin felt his hands leave her breasts and cup the roundness off her ass and she put her arms around his shoulders, spreading her legs as he lifted her up and moved forward, bending slightly to align his member with her dripping cunt.

Jasmin whimpered, spasming as the warm mass of flesh slowly pushed its way past her entrance and up inside her, her vaginal walls stretching to accomodate the welcome intruder. She spread her legs wider and wrapped one around his waist, never more glad for ballet class and what was left of the flexibility it had given her body. Her pussy was so wet and slick with her cum that she sank unto his shaft with no trouble or pause until he was fully inside her cunt. Full to the brim, Jasmin moaned with a pleasure so intense she was beyond speech. He was a snug fit inside her, her pussy tight around his member. She began to buck her hips, but his hands on her ass held her still.

"Open your eyes." he growled.

Jasmin opened her eyes. Like her, he still had his glasses on, but the desire in his eyes more than mirrored her own. Staring into her eyes, he leaned forward and licked her lips. She licked his back. He licked her lips again and she dragged his head down and licked hard at his lips with a growl of her own before she swallowed his mouth in a kiss.

He began to fuck her then, not too fast or too slow, but with deep long strokes that had her squealing with each thrust. She wrapped her other leg around his waist and held on for dear life as he plunged into her pussy again and again. She felt her cum flowing out to coat his pistoning shaft and she began to fuck him back, meeting him thrust for thrust moaning and gasping against his mouth. When his lips left hers and locked around a nipple, she shuddered and cried out, going rigid and holding the back of his head as she came in a blinding rush. He did not let go of her nipple though, in fact he gave it a gentle nip and Jasmin's mouth opened in a silent shriek as it sent another wave of pleasure on top of the ocean that was her orgasm. Neither did Mark stop his long strokes into her cunt and Jasmin found herself coming to another orgasm on his cock almost immediately after her first was over. This time she buried her face on his shoulder to keep from screaming, her cum dripping out of her pussy in a steady stream as his steady deep fucking of her continued without any let-up.

"Fuck ...!" she gasped as she came up for air, helpless in his arms as he held her up, legs spread wide around him, and continued to fuck her against the wall of her apartment. Jasmin could not believe how much pleasure he was giving her each time he pistoned in and out of her. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip as his mouth locked on her nipples again, shuddering, not sure she could take anymore. Then suddenly, she felt him slow down and stop.

She opened her eyes to find him looking at her face.

"Hi" he said, grinning, only the faint quivering of his lip to show he was not really in full control of himself.

She looked at him as if he was crazy. He had his hard dick in her pussy and he had just finished fucking her through two orgasms and was on his way to getting her to a third ... and he stopped to say 'Hi'?

"I hope I'm getting your number after this ..." he added.

Jasmin laughed despite herself at the absurdness of the situation. There was a penis in her vagina, her cum coating her inner thighs and probably his balls and they had not even exchanged phone numbers yet. "0-4-5-9-3-3-2-2-2-6-1-7-7-3" she told him.

"I thought I was going to have to fuck it out of you." he gave her another long thrust and she gasped in pleasure.

She smiled at him "Forget I said anything." She give his lips a long lick of her tongue. "Fuck it out of me." She whispered.

He kissed her, hungrily, before, he gave her another long stroke and in the next moment moved them away from the wall, carrying her impaled and writhing on his dick. Jasmin, still recovering from the surge of pleasure that stroke had given her was reminded that it was one of the things she was definitely not going to let him do. Not that she was complaining. She was thoroughly enjoying the hands kneading the cheeks of her ass and the curve of his penis as her vaginal walls contracted around it. As he walked with her engulfed around him, the little movements of his cock inside her had more cum flowing out of her cunt and Jasmin could smell the familiar scent of her sex that she had licked off his fingers an eternity ago.

Mark carried her across the hardwood floors till they got to the shag carpet in the middle of the living room. Kissing her, he slowly lay her down on her back with him on top of her. Her legs fell open as he lifted up with his dick still inside her, kneeling in front of her spread eagled body, her tube top still bunched around her waist and her glasses still on her nose. He carefully pulled her tube top up her body and over her head and threw it aside. Then he swiftly removed his shirt and T-shirt, his dick still sheathed in her throbbing pussy. Her bush was a low and trim patch of black fuzz, the skin around her slit almost bare of any hair. The sight of their joining was beyond erotic, and his cock pulsed inside her as her pussy continued to contract and expand around him, almost in perfect concert with the heaving of her breasts.

He leaned over her and licked at each nipple, sucking each into his mouth before he went up to capture her lips.

Then he started fucking her again. This time it was hard and fast, deep and thorough. Jasmin began to cry out at each thrust of his hips, wrapping her legs around his back as he pistoned into her pussy. She arched her back, pumping up her pelvis to meet his every stroke, gasping for breath. Suddenly she came, growing rigid with a shriek of ectasy but he did not let up fucking her. Jasmin found her hands pressed against her own temples as if to guard her mind against the waves of pleasure cascading into her. If this was what he meant by fucking it out of her she was prepared to tell him anything he wanted. She threw her arms around his neck, unlocking her legs from around his back and widening them as far apart as they could go. She clawed at his back as he locked on her lips with his, feeling her breasts pressed against his chest and her nipples rubbing on his skin, another source of delight apart from the brutal plundering of her cunt.

"0-4-5-9-3-3-2-2-2-6-1-7-7-3!" she cried out, "0-4-5-9-3-3-2-2-2-6-1-7-7-3! 0-4-5-9-3-3-2-2-2-6-1-7-7-3! ... fuck! 0-4-5-9-3-3-2-2-2-6-1-7-7-3! I'm cumming! Oh fuck! Oh please! 0-4-5-9-3-3-2-2-2-6-1-7-7-3!!" Her pussy was getting more of a workout than she bargained for and she came again, still screaming out her phone number. Jasmin's toes curled in her sandals and her head shook violently from side to side as Mark continued fucking her through her orgasm, his strokes going deeper and deeper into her wet hole.

Suddenly Mark stiffened on top of her, then he pulled out with a shout and shots of his cum landed all over her belly and joined the lubrication around her pussy. Groaning, he collapsed on top of her heaving breasts, groaning. Jasmin could only hold on to his head, stroking his hair, completely incapable of speech.

"That was incredible ..." she said finally when she got her breathing back under control.

"Understatement of the century ..." he replied, still shuddering.

Jasmin bursted out laughing, stopping only when his smiling lips covered hers before he kissed his way back to her tits. Jasmin arched her back languidly, so suffused with pleasure she could only continue stroking the hair of the man lying between her legs and nuzzling her breasts. He went up to kiss her lips again and she moaned in contentment against his mouth.

"0-4-5-9-3-3-2-2-2-6-1-7-7-3?" Mark asked, an eyebrow raised and his smile pulling up one side of his mouth.

"You're one wierd guy." Jasmin breathed.

"Guilty as charged"

Her tone became more husky, her lip curling as she wrinkled her nose playfully, "And very nasty too."

He went up and licked her lips, cupping a breast and squeezing at the nipple. "Guilty as charged." He repeated.

"I like nasty." Jasmin smiled, bringing his lips down on hers. The kiss was a languid and slow affair of soft licks, sucks and nibbles and Jasmin felt the slow heat begin to build between her legs again as he played with her breasts and their still swollen nipples. She was sticky with cum and sweat and the pounding her pussy had received still had little tendrils of pleasure coursing up and down her body. But her body was already preparing for another round of fucking. And for that matter, so was his - his staff was already at half mast against her thigh. She suddenly realized that once he was ready, she was going to let him inside her again whether her cunt had fully recovered or not. Though she was willing to bet she would be ready before he was.

He certainly was not the type to let her catch her breath. He was obviously the forceful type, Jasmin thought, remembering his attacks on her throughout the short cut to her apartment, delighting at the steady elongation and thickening of his penis against her body. She writhed under him as he kissed and licked at her lips and neck, pussy pulsing out cum in near readiness for penetration. She remembered how he had made her walk home with him with her breasts nearly falling out her shirt. Very much the forceful type, she decided.

Would he have actually mounted her outside her apartment if she had not gotten the door open in time? She should be angry with him, she supposed, her tongue thrusting up into his mouth. He had stripped her almost completely naked in a public corridor after all. But remembering how close she had come to having him shove himself inside her wet sheath just outside her apartment door was something her naughty side liked ... a lot more than was probably healthy.

And what was even more wierd was that they both still had their glasses on!

Jasmin's eyes abruptly opened in alarm and she broke the kiss as she gasped in realization.

Her shirt, pants and panties were still lying on the corridor outside her apartment.

"My clothes are still outside!" she said, voice high pitched, at his questioning look.

"So?"

Jasmin looked at him in disbelief. "What do you mean 'so?'"

"You don't want people to know ..." he wiggled his eyebrows.

She did not know whether to laugh or cry. "I don't need to flaunt it in their faces that I'm having sex!" she exclaimed, trying to push him off her.

Mark grinned impishly "I don't know about you ... but I thought it was more like 'incredible' sex." But he lifted himself off her body.

Jasmin felt the heat rise to her cheeks again as she sat up, but she looked him straight in the eyes. "It was more than just incredible." She leaned forward and kissed him softly. Then she tapped him on the cheek lightly in a playful admonishing slap. "But I only invited you up here for dessert, y'know."

"Thanks." Mark said, making it obvious what type of 'dessert' he was thanking her for. He reached out and started to stroke her side, from the curve of her breasts to her hip. Her skin was flawless, he thought.

Jasmin giggled "I'll have you know I don't do this with every man who walks me home from a near accident. You were supposed to have cake and ice cream, not," she sighed as his hand trailed its way to her inner thigh, "me."

His fingers trailed across her cum covered belly "I'll take you over ice cream anyday."

Jasmin eyed his now nearly fully erect dick and felt the heat between her legs erupt into an inferno of need. But she resisted the urge to push him unto his back and engulf him in her pussy. "But you promised!" It took a great deal of will power as his hand had travelled up, the fingers stroking the sensitive underside of a boob. "Why not both?" she added with a shudder of pleasure as he teased the taut nipple with his finger tips. "You can have dessert and ..." she looked at the hand cupping her breast and leaned forward slightly to put it more fully in his hand, "some more 'dessert'."

He smiled at her "Sure. Ice cream would be nice."

Jasmin smiled back sweetly, giving him her best inncocent look. "So, could you please help me get my clothes back from the corridor while I go into the kitchen?"

Mark rolled his eyes. "Alright. You win." Then he suddenly reached for and pulled her forward almost unto his lap. One hand grabbed and squeezed her ass in a light spank as the other plunged between her legs and two fingers slipped into her slick pussy. His lips found hers and she was helpless as he swallowed her moans, her pelvis rocking involuntarily against his hand. His thumb stroked her clit as his fingers curled and found her g-spot and Jasmin's eyes rolled up in her head, breaking the kiss and throwing her head back.

"Look at me, Jasmin" he commanded, and she opened her eyes. His breathing was ragged - Jasmin had her hand around his engorged member and she was stroking it in her fist, its hardening length still wet from having been inside her. His fingers were now just slowly moving in and out of her pussy. "I want your neighbors to know you're being fucked, Jasmin." he growled after a long moment of staring into her eyes as they intimately caressed each other. "I want them to know when I'm fucking you. I want them to know everytime I'm fucking you."

Instead of shock, or even outrage, Jasmin found herself getting more and more aroused, pussy contracting in spasms around his exploring digits. Wondering what her neighbors would think when they saw her clothes scattered outside and knowing that their thoughts would not be far from the truth was supposed to be mortifying - it was not supposed to be exciting ... but it was. It was just so deliciously naughty. And there was no question in her mind that he was going to fuck her tomorrow and the day after, and the day after that for the forseeable future. And there was nothing she could do about it except prepare her cunt for what promised to be an intense period of what it was meant for. Very definitely the forceful type, Jasmin concluded as he seized her lips again. And, considering what his fingers were doing inside her and his hardness in her hand, he was definitely riding her again tonight.

Right now, in fact.

She was already spreading her legs and unconsciously pulling on him to her opening when his fingers exited her pussy. All thoughts of her clothes forgotten, Jasmin started to scoot forward into his lap so she could get her pussy positioned for his cock's entry, but he held her still, making her whimper in protest.

"Let me get your clothes." Mark said, the shaking in his growl the only sign that he was on the brink of losing control, but he was holding back with an iron will.

At that moment, Jasmin simply did not care about her clothes anymore and she vehemently shook her head as she started to struggle, maintaining her grip on his rock hard member, fire and determination in her eyes. She had gotten halfway to her goal, legs spread around his, when he stopped struggling with her. Jasmin rushed forward, blazing a trail with her tongue on his chest as she swiftly suspended herself over his cock, guiding it with her hand to her slit. She felt the head of his dick nudge her opening and bit her lip in anticipation as she finally released him to put both hands on his shoulders to steady herself. That was when he kissed her, leaving her breathless but holding her firmly by the waist, preventing her from sinking down on him. Jasmin grunted against his mouth in desperation.

"Let me get your clothes." he said, breaking the kiss as he easily lifted her off him.

"You bastard!" Jasmin screamed, as he got to his feet. She abruptly lay back, her weight on her elbows and spread her legs wide, knees bent and heels on the floor, face furious. "Come back here right now, Mark Archer!"

It took all of Mark's will power to stop himself from leaping on her and sinking his dick inside her in one solid thrust.

Jasmin lay shamelessly naked in front of him except for the glasses on her nose, the sandals still strapped to her feet, her pendant lying between her breasts, and the flower ribbon holding her dishevelled long black pony tail. Her brown nipples on her large full breasts were fully swollen, hard and distended, the creamy caramel skin of her belly still wet and shiny with his smeared semen. Her pussy was wet and gleaming with cum, both his and hers - her labia swollen, her inner thighs down to the crack of her ass wet with lubrication - and a thin sliver of the pink flesh of her slit was visible below a clitoris fully erect and out of its hood. There was a smell in the air that was distinctly that of aroused woman and uniquely her at the same time.

And there was rage in the eyes behind those glasses; rage, desire, passion, and anticipation. She was looking at his dick with a longing that bordered on the desperate. She began to stroke herself.

"Come back here," she snarled, "or I swear I'm ..."

Mark gave up and dove on top of her. She removed her hand and lifted her pelvis off the floor to meet his entering stroke, hooking an arm around his neck and dragging his lips down forcefully on top of hers. She cried out, half whimper, half moan as her cunt smoothly accepted and closed around its extremely welcome visitor. He started to fuck her again, long and deep, but Jasmin had other ideas. With a burst of strength fueled by need, she heaved and rolled them over until she was lying on top of her lover. She licked at his lips and neck as she drew her knees up so she could rest on them before she sat up, straddled over his hips and deliciously impaled on his cock. As his hands reached up to hold her waist, she grabbed hold of one wrist and pulled the hand up so it would cup a boob with its pebble hard nipple.

"Yesss ..." she sighed. She lifted up and slammed back down on his shaft, shuddering and making a sharp squeal. She began to rock her hips, smiling down at the man under her, her rage gone the instant his hard cock had taken its rightful place inside her pussy. "You're gonna make me cum, Mr. Archer ..."

Mark could only gasp wordlessly, his loss of control delighting her almost as much as the hand kneading her breast.

Jasmin began to fuck him in earnest; each rise and fall as she slid up and down his dick drawing a cry of pleasure out of her mouth. She started slow at first, her hips making a slow rolling motion at each down stroke, a sharp intake of breath her only noise as she buried him deep inside her. But as her speed increased, so did her volume and she was soon squealing loudly each time she made her cunt swallow and spit out his shaft. Pleasure intense beyond imagining engulfed her as she bounced up and down on his staff, her heavy breasts bouncing on her chest, both now cupped in his hands. He pulled and pinched at her nipples, each time making her throw her head back, whimpering her delight.

"... Oh yes ... oh fuck! ... I'm cumming!"

The first wave of her orgasm came after only a short time of riding Mark's cock, and Jasmin had to pause, body going stiff, eyes squeezed shut and biting her lip to prevent herself from losing total control and shrieking at the top of her lungs. It gave her a tiny moment of clarity and she again marveled at herself that the only thing she had known about him in the afternoon was that they shared the same bus to and from work.

She was still just starting to shake on top of him, her pussy still tight and fully wrapped around him, when one of Mark's hands left her breasts and smoothly made its way to where his dick disappeared into her wet center. Firmly, he stroked at her clitoris with his thumb, making her gasp before he pressed down on the swollen nub of flesh. Jasmin cried out helplessly, writhing, breasts heaving as Mark maintained the pressure on her clit, milking wave after wave of her orgasm out of her.

Her mouth was still open as she tried to catch her breath when Mark pulled her down into a tight embrace, arms around her lower back, making her lie on top of him as he braced his heels on the ground. He nuzzled at her breasts before he took one in his mouth. Then he began to thrust up into her cunt, and cum began to flow out of her in a steady stream as he held her hips and fucked her long and deep. His mouth travelled from one breast and hard nipple to the other, his tongue lapping at the sensitive valley between her boobs on each trip. Helpless, Jasmin could only brace her hands on the floor on either side of his head, eyes closed and crying out again and again as she came repeatedly on his thrusting shaft, the warm mouth travelling between her nipples only intensifying her pleasure.

Jasmin found herself collapsed on top of him when he stopped his thrusts into her. He was hard inside her, and her pussy was tight around his cock. Eyes still closed, she felt him heave and roll himself on top of her. Her legs fell open around him as his lips came down on hers and Jasmin opened her mouth for his tongue, thrusting hers back up his mouth to taste him like he was tasting her. He did not continue to fuck her, he only kept himself inside her as he feasted on her full lips, her tongue and and her mouth. Having just come enough times that she had lost count, Jasmin was content to just savor the feeling of Mark's dick inside her pussy and enjoy his kiss, rubbing her breasts against his chest as she stroked his back.

He slowly broke the kiss and lifted his head to look into her eyes. She smiled at him and raised her hand to stroke his hair. "You're going to kill me, Mr. Archer ..."

He kissed her softly, grinning, then he abruptly withdraw from her, making her gasp with a sharp intake of breath. He stood up, his penis still hard and gleaming wetly. Jasmin sat up, surprise and apprehension on her face as she looked up at him, feeling wierdly empty, especially between her legs. The sight of his dick made the emptiness in her pussy all the more acute. Jasmin was shocked at how much she still wanted him inside her - she had come more times in the past thirty minutes than she had in the past two months and she was still ready to spread her legs for him again. Smiling reassuringly he reached down for her and she put her hand in his as he pulled her up.

Jasmin's knees were already weak and his kiss did not help matters as she melted into his arms, his hard member pressing against her belly. For a hopeful moment, Jasmin thought he was going to lift her up and settle her on his cock but instead his hand went between her ass cheeks to insert two fingers into her pussy as he pulled his head back to look at her again. Moaning, Jasmin lifted one leg up and leaned into his chest, giving him more access.

"I'm going to go get your clothes," he said, grinning naughtily, fingers exploring her wet sheath, "and you're going to get us dessert."

Jasmin shook, the fingers inside her playing havoc with her senses "But you haven't come yet ..." Her own hand closed around his hard cock and she was gratified to feel him shudder as she began to stroke him. She wanted to go down to her knees and take him in her mouth until he came - she wanted it really badly.

"Don't worry." he kissed her again as he removed his fingers from inside her. He brought his fingers to her mouth and she sucked them clean, hand still wrapped around his dick. "I'm saving it all up for you."

She nodded, happy, and pulled his head down to kiss him, her thrusting tongue making promises that complemented his as she held his cock in her fist.

"I think I need to go to the bathroom." she said when the kiss ended, lowering her eyes shyly.

"That's okay," Mark said, amused.

"Can I clean you up a bit first?" Her slow stroke of his dick told him exactly what she meant.

Mark shuddered again before he nodded and Jasmin squatted to her knees and begun to run her tongue all over his thick stalk. She sucked a little on the head to get a taste of his pre-cum before she went beneath to clean his balls with her tongue. He tasted and smelled of her and she loved it. But she knew he did not want to come yet so Jasmin finished up quickly and stood up, licking her lips and grinning naughtily at him - she would fellate him till he came later. "Yummy." she said.

He kissed her again, crushing her against him and proceeding to lick around her lips and neck, making her go weak in the knees again before he let go of her. Mind filled with images of her being taken from behind and her pussy being thoroughly eaten filled her head as she sashayed away from him, hips swaying almost involuntarily for his benefit. She kissed at him again before she went into her room and quickly padded over to the bathroom door.

Jasmin entered the bathroom and was immediately transfixed by the image that stared back at her from the mirror above the sink. Her lips were swollen, her nipples distended and standing hard and proud on her large breasts. There were love bites all over her breasts and one that ran along her collarbone that all, try as she might, she could not remember Mark giving her. Sperm was drying in streaks across her belly and the small patch of black fuzz between her legs and her inner thighs gleamed wetly with both his and her cum. Jasmin was not worried about getting pregnant - her anti-pregnancy injection was the most effective of the market and was still good for the next eight months.

Wonderingly, she stared at herself, one hand going up to trace the red patch of a hicky on the underside of her boob. Strangely enough, she barely noticed the miniscule twinges of pain from around the darkened patch of skin at her hip.

She looked like a woman who had just been thoroughly fucked. In truth, Jasmin had hardly ever felt so ravished in all her life. So thoroughly used.

Yet even though she had come more times in the past thirty minutes than she had in the past few months, she could still see from the fire in her eyes - oddly, she was still wearing her glasses - that she was still in the throes of pure animal lust. Her nipples were still hard, their inch-long lengths pointing back at her in the mirror for a reason.

Her pussy still felt, strangely empty. The image of his still hard dick entered her mind again, and this time she did not try to push it away. What point was there? As she remembered the wet gleam of his cock after he took it out of her, she realized just how much she wanted to take him into her mouth and get him to cum with her tongue and lips. Then Mark, inside her, sliding in and out as she bent forward from the waist in front of him, her hands braced on the wall as he pistoned mercilessly into her cunt ... Jasmin suddenly realized with a start that her other hand had stolen down to the wet patch of hair between her legs and her finger was slowly beginning to circle her clit - the hand at her breast was kneading the soft mass of flesh and squeezing it in time with the finger pacing around her clitoris.

She shook her head, letting go of herself, and quickly padded over to the toilet and sat down. She peed again, and used a medicated wipe from the box to clean herself. Her hand slid on the cum coating her inner thighs and pussy and she looked down at herself, considering. She was spreading her legs for Mark to fuck her again, she knew. Soon, she thought, as she felt the warmth of need settling between her legs again. Maybe more than once before the night is over. She was going to wake up covered in cum anyway. Was it worth it to clean up beyond washing her hands for the kitchen?

She stood up and looked at herself again and then she reached for a small towel and soaked it under hot water in the sink. Slowly she wiped it across her belly, cleaning it of Mark's copious cum. She used a finger to scrape up some of the sticky white substance off her skin and licked the finger clean. The memory of her 'cleaning up' of him ran through her mind and she smiled at her own naughtiness as she stroked the soft wet towel between her legs.

When she was clean, she looked up at herself in the mirror and removed the ribbon holding her ponytail, letting her hair fall to her shoulders down to her back. She realized she was still wearing her sandals and she bent and released the straps, kicking them off. She kept the glasses on, for some reason, the thought of having sex while wearing her prim and proper spectacles striking her as particularly naughty and wicked. She thought about wearing them to work tomorrow, anticipating the buzz of wondering what her colleagues would think if they knew that she had been so overcome with lust that she had let a man inside her without taking them off and then kept them on the whole night as he rode her from one orgasm to another. Her naughty side loved it.

Grinningly wickedly, Jasmin left the bathroom and re-entered her bedroom. Three minutes later, Jasmin examined herself in the mirror as she brushed her hair, lipstick freshly applied on her full lips, eyeing her naked body and noticing the hicky on her breast. It was just by the nipple, where he had fastened his mouth as he took her up against the wall. Jasmin's lips parted as she lay the brush down, her cunt contracting around an imaginary intruder as she remembered him sliding his dick inside her and wanting to feel him inside her again. Badly. Jasmin moaned low in her throat as she gently touched herself, running her finger through the wetness of her slit, hoping she would be able to get dessert ready before she would need to have her pussy seen to.

Licking her fingers clean, she left her bedroom quickly, entering the living room. No Mark. She froze, a hollow feeling in her chest; then she saw her clothes, and his, piled on the armchair just as she noticed the light from under the guest bathroom door. Heaving out a breath she did not know she was holding in, relieved, she hurried and entered the kitchen before he could come out and see her and almost ran to get the plates out from the drawers, nearly slipping in her stockings on the tiled floor. She got the cutlery out before she went to get the chocolate cake out from the fridge. She quickly cut two slices, a bigger one for him, and put them each on a plate. Then she got the ice cream out from the freezer and dug out a large scoop to lay beside each slice. She then sprayed some whipped cream on top of the ice cream and carefully placed fresh strawberries from the fridge on top of it all.

It all took her less than a minute and a half and she was bending over as she put the plates on the kitchen table when she heard him enter the kitchen behind her, the hairs on the back of her neck rising straight up. She heard his sharp intake of breath at the sight of her and she felt a thrill race through her body, her nipples leaping to turgid attention. She knew her vagina was completely open to his gaze as she leaned over the table and she remained bent over for a much longer moment than necessary so he could take a good long look.

She straightened and slowly turned around, letting him have a good look at her. Her eyes widened as she watched his dick swiftly tent up his boxers even higher than before. She eyed the bulge, breasts heaving as the heat between her legs once again burst into an inferno. A low moan in her throat, she looked up at him, lips parted, nipples hard and swollen, cunt overflowing with cum.

"Still up for dessert?" she asked.

In response he crossed the short distance between them and was on her before she had time to do anything more than open her eyes wide in alarm. The kiss was hard and hungry and Jasmin moaned against his mouth as his hands travelled up and down her body, caressing, stroking and squeezing until she could not be sure she was being touched by just one man. She had thrown her arms around his neck, thrusting her own tongue back into his mouth, holding the back of his head as she rubbed her breasts against his chest. She was aware of the hand that went down between her legs only a heartbeat before it began to run a finger along the wetness of her lower lips. Jasmin shuddered, sagging into his chest.

He held up her with the one arm around her waist as he began to stroke the lips of her cunt with his fingers and run his thumb over her clit. Jasmin buried her face into his neck, whimpering, her hips bucking as he deliberately masturbated her while keeping her on her feet in her own kitchen. Jasmin was standing on her tip-toes, legs apart for his fingers' ministrations to her pussy, when her orgasm hit her, spasming and going rigid with a gasp. Her knees went weak as she cried out, a shriek that left her sagging in his arms as he wrung every last shred of her coming out of her with his stroking fingers.

"How do you do this to me?" Jasmin asked when she was finally able to put words together. His fingers not being still inside her helped. He now had both arms around her waist and she still had hers around his neck. Her orgasm had blunted her need but mere fingers were no way near enough to sate it. What would go a long way toward sating it would be the thick erect penis pressing against her belly finding its way between her spread legs and into her pussy. Her hand was already cupping and stroking it through the thin material of his boxers and she reached into the parting of his fly and pulled it out.

But before she could begin ministering to his cock properly, he suddenly was moving her backwards until her ass bumped into the kitchen table. After turning back to look at the table, wondering what he was doing and whether he was planning to fuck her on it, Jasmin looked up at him with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

He grinned with his familiar predatory gleam. "We only need one plate."

Jasmin was confused. "Why?" Then she pouted "You promised!"

"Trust me." He licked her lips. "And yes, I'm still up for dessert." he answered her question, licking her lips again.

Jasmin licked back automatically, thoughts jumbled in her head. Trust him? Less than three hours ago, she had no idea she would be doing what she was doing right now. Here she was with a man who was taking greater liberties with her body than any man she had ever met, a virtual stranger who had already given her more orgasms than she could count - she was already trusting him way beyond what was healthy.

"I was thinking maybe you should feed me." he said when his lips stopped their attack on hers. Jasmin eyes brightened, and he added "Put everything on one plate."

Jasmin nodded happily, and reluctantly letting go of his penis, quickly turned around to the table to upturn one plate over the other, the two slices of chocolate, ice cream, whipped cream and strawberries making a strangely attractive looking mess. She closed her eyes with a sigh when his hand closed on her waist from behind as he kissed her neck, luxuriating in his touch, before she gently shook him off and turned around to face him, holding the plate in her hands and two small spoons. "Well?"

"One spoon is enough." he said, and she put one down.

"Don't drop it!" he warned as he smoothly picked her up in his arms. Jasmin held the plate perfectly balanced in her hands as he carried her into the living room where the table lamps were now the only illumination, and some soft music was playing from the sound system. He kissed her hair as he entered the room and Jasmin turned her smiling lips to his. He stopped to kiss her as she wanted before he continued on to the couch and sat down with her in his lap.

Once he had settled her in a comfortable position in his lap, he brought her head down for another kiss and Jasmin complied, amused as she put two and two together as to exactly how he intended to have his dessert. She suddenly realized that he had her in a thoroughly vulnerable position; while she would focused on trying to feed them with the plate and spoon in her hands, he would be free to caress and touch her anywhere he wanted. Her lips, her neck, her breasts, her belly and the wet mass of her womanhood between her parted thighs were his to touch and tease. Another distraction was that she could feel his hard dick against her bare ass through the slit in the back of her 'gown'.

"You are a bastard!" she said, frowning theatrically as she spooned a piece of cake into his open mouth.

He only grinned, stroking her belly as he swallowed. Jasmin pretended not to notice, and took a spoon into her mouth, only to have him tease a deliciously erect nipple with his fingertips. Jasmin writhed on his lap, staring at him helplessly as he grinned evilly at her. She suddenly shivered as a drop of ice cream and cake crumbs from the spoon landed on her boob, and the droplet of ice cream began to roll down her caramel skin.

"Naughty girl", he said, and as she watched and trembled in pleasure, he leaned his head forward and licked it off. "I'm going to have to keep you clean."

Fifteen minutes later, Jasmin was a mass of aroused nerves, her pussy pulsing with lubrication, the smell of her arousal heavy in the air. She had been licked and kissed clean, caressed and fondled to distraction throughout the entire tortuously erotic feeding of Mark; he had even made her feed him and herself with his finger twisting and stroking inside her. And he had made her lick it clean and then licked and kissed her entire neck and chest, after she had spilled some cake and ice cream down herself from writhing so much at his touches. She had cried out, half sobbing as he licked and sucked her nipples clean, leaving them shiny from being in his mouth. His hands had been constantly moving, stroking her softly as he fondled her breasts and belly and traced paths with his fingers through her bush and the smooth skin of her inner thighs. His fingers had returned to explore her cunt again and again, running circles around her swollen clit as she squirmed and moaned in his lap, plate and spoon in her hands, determined to feed him his promised dessert.

There was still some ice and whipped cream left when he suddenly kissed her on the lips, licking into her mouth as took the plate away from her and put it on the side table. Then he stood up with her in his arms and spun around to put her on the couch, her back on the backrest, her feet on the floor. He remained standing so he could remove his boxers, freeing his engorged member, and then he knelt on the carpet in front of her and leaned forward to kiss her, his hands cupping her breasts and then holding her waist as she tried to scoot her ass forward to the edge of the couch, spreading her legs for his entry. But when his lips left hers, he did not straighten up to push his dick into her, he instead took his time to lick and kiss his way down her body, from her neck to her breasts and the valley between them, down to her stomach and her abdomen. Then he carefully lifted her feet and put them on the couch, spreading them wider, her pussy's wetly gleaming folds and depths fully open to his avid gaze.

That was when Mark reached for the plate of ice cream and the spoon. Jasmin whimpered, heavy breasts jiggling with her shaking as the cold ice cream and the white foam of the whipped cream was carefully layered all over her cunt; around her clitoris, on her labia, along her slit, over the pulsing pink flesh of her opening. Jasmin grabbed hold of the back of the couch behind her and bit her lip in anticipation, breasts heaving, eyes wide and staring at the man working between her spread legs.

But she still cried out when he started licking and kissing her clean, a high pitched shriek that quickly became a series of whimpers and gasps of delight as he stroked his tongue though the wet folds of her cunny. Jasmin's eyes fluttered closed and she stiffened as a orgasm rocked through her body as he shared a deep tongue kiss with her lower lips. Cum flowed out of her in a slow pulsing gush, soaking around his mouth and cheeks but he did not care as he fucked her with his tongue. He ran his tongue out of her opening and began to kiss her labia and inner thighs, making her shudder with a sob as he flicked his tongue against her lips again between his kisses. She opened her eyes when she heard him sniff her pussy, inhaling her arousal deeply, before he dove into her opening again, eating her out with a renewed and wild abandon as if her smell was spurring him on.

Jasmin shook when he introduced two fingers inside her in addition to his probing tongue and she did not know when she brought her hands down to run her fingers through his hair, eyes squeezed tight, mouth wide open soundlessly and gasping. But she soon found her voice, a high pitched squeal issued out of her mouth when his mouth moved up to her clit and his first rough lick to clean up what was left of the ice cream rasped over the swollen nub of aroused pink flesh. She held his head as he took his time, tonguing and teasing her clitoris, adding his thumb's light and calculated strokes as he carefully extracted another spasming orgasm out of her.

"You're going to kill me ..." Jasmin lay back on the couch, her breathing in gasps, eyes glazed behind her glasses. He was now leaning over her, his fingers still playing between her legs, kissing her neck as she weakly held the back of his head with one hand. But she still wanted something more. His fingers felt fantastic but her cunt still felt empty and she was desperate to feel his dick push its way inside her. "Fuck me Mark? Please? I need you inside me now. Please?"

He kissed her again before he wordlessly straightened up, withdrawing his fingers from her cunt. But instead of positioning his cock to slide into her from his kneeling position between her legs he stood up, pulling her up with him. They stood kissing for long moment, licking and sucking on each other, before he turned around, breaking the kiss, and sat down on the couch, his cock pointing straight up. Jasmin stood looking at him, eyes staring hungrily at his erect member as she stroked her hair out of the way.

He made a turning motion with his hand. "Come here." he growled unnecessarily, as Jasmin was already turning around, her back to him as she spread her legs over his.

She reached beneath her to hold and guide him inside her as she sat down, his hands on her waist as she gratefully impaled herself on his shaft. They both sighed in contentment and Jasmin froze still for a moment, amazed at how great he felt inside her, savoring the feeling of being filled, her cunt no longer feeling empty at all. One of his hands left her waist to cup her breast as she began to move, slowly at first, rocking her hips like a belly dancer, strangely enough finding herself doing it in time with the music from the hi-fi.

She leaned back and twisted so she could put one arm around his shoulder, letting him have access to a pointing nipple with his mouth. He fed two fingers into her mouth, the fingers that had been inside her and she instinctively sucked them clean with a smile on her lips. She found herself moving faster, occasionally levering herself up to and slamming down to swallow him inside her again, moaning loudly. She suddenly noticed that she could see their reflection in the dark surface of the television screen in front of the couch. She saw herself fucking, reverse cowgirl style, a man's dick disappearing in and out of her pussy, her breasts jiggling in time with the movements of her hips. It fascinated and excited her at the same time; it made her feel like a dirty voyeur. And she was suddenly consumed with wanting to make Mark come and watch their reflection as she did it with her pussy.

She leaned forward in his lap, removing her arm from around his shoulder, and leaned back again, better positioning herself for deeper penetration. Mark grabbed hold of her waist as if he knew what was on her mind. She began to lift and pump down on his thick shaft, smooth and long strokes, eyes fixed on the dark screen, watching her breasts bounce around on her chest, her pussy repeatedly swallowing and spitting out cock. She started to go faster, little squeals and gasps escaping from her mouth. One of Mark's hand left her waist as two of his fingers reached between her legs to search for her clit. She shook but she did not slow down even when they found it and began to play with it. She only made more noise at each up and down stroke; she began to talk.

"Fuck me .. uhn .. fuck me .. fuck me .. uhn! .. just like that .. yes .. oh yes .. fuck me .. fuck me .. fuck me baby .. like that .. just like that .. fuck me!" Jasmin leaned back and rocked her hips like a belly dancer again, enjoying watching and feeling the fingers between her parted legs stroking her clit before she leaned forward and continued to fuck Mark. Mark was thrusting up into her in time with her bouncing on his lap, her ass making a soft slapping noise at each impact, gasping and groaning.

Jasmin continued babbling ".. fuck me .. fuck me baby .. you feel .. soooo gooood .. fuck me ..." Jasmin felt him begin to shake in a different way beneath her and she smiled happily. "Do you ..." she gasped at a particularly hard thrust, "like fucking me?", she squealed as Mark abandoned her clit and grabbed hold of her waist with both hands and thrust hard again, growling loudly. Immediately, she took over, reaching down to stroke her clit and pussy with her fingers as vigorously as he had.

"Oh yes! Yess! Fuck!" Mark thrust hard and fast two more times and started to spurt thick wads of cum into her cunt. He spasmed, grunting, and went stiff, grabbing hold of her breasts and squeezing almost painfully, her hard nipples under his palms.

With the already substantial stimulation of her clit, that was enough to send her over the edge into the throes of yet another orgasm. Jasmin bounced only once more before the feeling of his dick pulsing as he released his load into her pussy overwhelmed her together with the friction on her nipples and her masturbating fingers. Cum was flowing out of her as well as she went rigid and shook against her lover, mouth open in a silent scream. His cock popped free of her as she spasmed again, still squirting its load, cum landing on her belly and coating her inner thighs again.

Her eyes wide and locked on the darkened TV screen, she watched it all, thinking she had never seen anything so erotic. So nasty and wicked. And she was the one fucking and being fucked. By a virtual stranger. On the first night.

Jasmin finally collapsed backwards unto Mark's chest, exhausted. Her cunt no longer felt so empty. She could hear and feel his hard breathing as he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled the back of her neck. She sighed contentedly looking down at herself and enjoying the sight between the valley of her breasts with their still swollen nipples. Her belly, abdomen and bush were streaked with thick and sticky cum and she absently used a finger to take up some and licked it clean, feeling some regret at not having taken him into her mouth.

"Thanks ...for dessert." he said.

She smiled widely, turning her head. "You're welcome."

He kissed her shoulder. "I could easily get used to this."

"Good." she said, stretching languidly, as she slowly turned to lie on her front on top of his chest, her legs straddling one of his thighs. "Cause I could get used to this too ..." She felt his hand cup her ass as they kissed for some time, soft licking and teasing kisses that had Jasmin mewling in delight against his mouth, thoroughly enjoying herself. She stroked his chest as he cupped and kneaded her breasts. She was thoroughly sated but she knew that if he suddenly rose to the occasion again, she could still accomodate him. Her pussy seemed to be inexhaustible tonight even if she did feel wrung out.

"If you don't come back here tomorrow, I'm going to kill you ..." she said after a pause in the kissing.

"Oh, I've got plans for you all weekend." Mark said, trailing a finger down the crack of her ass.

"Oh really?" Jasmin smiled naughtily.

"Yes." Mark smacked her ass lightly, squeezing. "All sorts of nasty plans."

She grinned, wrinkling her nose. "How nasty?"

"Very nasty." He licked her lips. "I'm going to fuck you here and then I'm going to take you to my place and fuck you there and maybe someplace in between and fuck you there too." He squeezed her ass cheek again.

Jasmin could not help laughing, strangely excited at the thought of him taking her outside before they could get indoors. It reminded her that he had made her run into her apartment naked from the waist down except for her shoes. What if he had decided to get inside her before they had gotten to her building? Maybe in the park? "So you think you're going to be fucking me all weekend, Mr. Archer? As if I've got nothing else to do?"

"I've got stuff to do too." He smiled, the predatory gleam back in his eyes. "But this is more fun."

Jasmin reached between his legs and caressed his now flaccid member, still wet from her cum. "So I have to cancel all my important appointments?"

"Yep."

"Just so you can fuck me?" she cupped his balls, playing with them, savoring his little jerk at her touch. "All weekend?"

"Yep."

She leaned forward and licked his lips, and then kissed him hotly. "I need to think about it." She made a playfully thoughtful face for a second. "Okay."

They continued caressing and teasing each other until Jasmin suddenly shivered, cold. The night had obviously turned colder outside and a draft had blown in through an open window. And it was close to 11 pm and they had both yawned more than once. So Mark smoothly lifted her off him, then picked her up in his arms and carried her through the hallway into the bedroom. He lay her down on the bed and then, kneeling over her, between her spread legs, he proceeded to 'kiss her to sleep'. He kissed her lips, her ears, her neck down to her collarbone, her chest, her breasts and the expanse of caramel smooth skin between them, sucking hard on her nipples and making her whimper, before he went further down. He kissed her belly, her abdomen, her pussy, her thighs, and he lifted her legs so he could kiss them down to her feet. He finally went back up and kissed her pussy again, and dropped a kiss each on her nipples, before he went even higher up to kiss her on the lips once more before he finally removed her glasses and then kissed her eye lids and forehead.

Jasmin was more than ready to fuck again by the time he was done. But he was only at half-mast so she curled up against him as he drew the duvet over them, their bodies a tangle of arms, legs, and moving hands. He fell asleep first and Jasmin spent a blissful and naughty ten minutes arranging herself so he would wake up with his head pillowed by her breasts with one of his hands between her inner thighs just by her moist heat. Then she reached for the lightswitch by the bedside, and she fell asleep.

By the bedside clock, It was three hours later when she woke up, her bladder full. Regretfully disentangling herself from him, she quickly went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat. After cleaning herself with a wipe, she once again looked at her naked body, once again covered in cum, now dry in shiny strips across her belly and pubic region, including her bush. Just looking at her, it was obvious that a man had run her through a sexual wringer and fucked her beyond the scope of her inhibitions. Jasmin was naturally fastidious though, and even though her naughty side loved the fact that she was covered in semen, she picked up the towel again and cleaned her body before she padded back into the bedroom. She lifted the covers and made to crawl inside when she caught sight of his semi-erect penis and to her surprise she felt a tingling in her breasts and a familiar warmth settle between her legs.

But now her mouth watered as she considered it, suddenly and very strangely, shy. Her pussy could definitely take a break. She wanted to pleasure him with her mouth and get him to come. She wanted it very badly. Her naughty side was practically begging for her to do it.

"Come on, Jasmin." she said to herself, climbing unto the bed on her hands and knees, breasts dangling down, and bending her head toward his crotch. "He probably already thinks you're a slut." And with that, she lowered her head and licked her tongue down his shaft. He seemed to jerk in his sleep. Jasmin licked his dick again, this time upwards, till she got to the head, and down again, tasting herself on him and somehow turning herself on even more. She began to lick his balls and this time she heard his harsh intake of breath. She did not bother to check if he was awake as she decided to concentrate more fully on her task. She lay down on her stomach, and finally used her hands on him for the first time to cup his balls as she began to plant soft wet kisses on his cock.

She knew for sure Mark was awake when his hand started stroking her shoulder and began to stroke her hair. She took his helmet into her mouth for the first time then, sucking and lavishing her tongue on it. His dick started to swell in her mouth but she did not mind at all as she continued to lick, kiss and suck him. Mark started to groan as she got into it, sucking him in and out of her mouth as she stroked him with her fist, her other hand cupping his balls. As she bobbed her head up and down on his cock, thoroughly enjoying herself, she felt him shudder and shake under her ministrations and felt a thrill run through her at how powerful it made her feel to be able to give him that much pleasure. She licked down his shaft and took his balls into her mouth, one at a time, carefully twirling her tongue around them.

"Oh yes .. Jasmin .. that feels ... great ..." he gasped as she sucked out some pre-cum.

Jasmin smiled at him as she ran her tongue over the head of his cock before swallowed him into her mouth again and began to bob her head. Mark spasmed and relaxed back, gasping and groaning as she sucked and licked him. But he soon began to pull at her hair, not hard enough to hurt her, but insistently.

"What?" Jasmin said, as his cock popped out of her mouth, mock annoyed. "Can't you see I'm busy, Mr. Archer?"

"I want to taste you." he growled, shuddering in pleasure as she continued to stroke his dick. "Come here ..."

"Oh." A 69 at two-thirty in the morning appealed to her naughty side. "I guess that's okay." Very much. But that did not mean she had to stop sucking his dick as she moved herself into position, straddling his head and lowering her very wet pussy over his face.

He reached one hand down to knead a breast even as he used the other to grab her waist as she settled her cunt over his mouth, lying fully upside down on top of him. She heard him sniff her in before his tongued speared into her, and she stiffened, whimpering, her tongue at the moment licking at the juncture between his balls and shaft. But she continued, stroking him with her hand, sucking him into her mouth as he tongue-kissed her nether lips, twirling her tongue around his shaft as his tongue teased her swollen labia, licking his balls as he sucked her clit. She cried out and whimpered around mouthfuls of cock and he shook and growled against her pussy as they pleasured each other, unaware of time passing as they slowly took themselves to the brink.

Jasmin, multi-orgasmic and sensitive, came first, unconsciously pressing down against his mouth with its marauding tongue as cum flowed out of her pussy. He came only seconds later, only his cock's head in her mouth as she felt him shudder and cry out before streams of sperm shot into her mouth, but she was ready and she took in more of him, swallowing everything, noting and strangely enjoying the starchy sweet taste and even the musky smell of it. She only allowed his cock to slide out of her mouth when she was sure he had nothing left. She then extracted herself from his arms and moved her pussy away from over his face so she could concentrate on 'cleaning him up' with her tongue.

He was spent by the time she was satisfied he was 'clean' enough and she crawled up to snuggle beside him. They shared a soft nibbling kiss, and she tasted herself on his lips, which meant that it would not do until she licked his mouth, chin and cheeks clean of her cum. Then she kissed him again, softly, mewling contentedly against his mouth.

"Good night, Mr. Archer." she said, smiling naughtily, carefully arranging herself like before, her breasts in line with his head.

"'Night, Miss Marchand." Mark smiled back, kissing her nipple, which was only now losing its hardness, and squeezed her ass again, making her smile even wider."

"You taste nice ..."

"And you call me nasty?"

"Guilty as charged." Jasmin intoned, giggling.

"Touche." He chuckled, stroking her breasts. "I think I'm going to enjoy this ... 'arrangement'."

"Now go to sleep." Jasmin admonished. "The alarm is set for six thirty. You've got work tomorrow and ... 'stuff' to do over the weekend." She giggled again. "Good night, Mr. Archer."

"'Night, Miss Marchand."

It was the alarm that woke them up three and a half hours later.

Jasmin was still groggy from sleep when Mark kissed her on the forehead before he disentangled himself from her, heading into the bathroom for a quick time-saving shower. He quickly calculated that he needed to get back to his apartment in less than thirty minutes so he could get dressed and leave for work on time. He took a long much needed piss before he went to the sink and sloshed some mouthwash from the shelf under the mirror into his mouth and gargled till he felt his mouth take on that burning fresh feeling. He made a mental note to remind himself when he got home to not allow the minty feel to fool him into thinking he had brushed his teeth.

He looked for shower gel as he entered the shower stall with its sliding glass doors, and to his relief found one with "Sport" written on it. Even better, it did not smell too strongly feminine and he squirted some into his hand as he turned on the streaming jets of water. The bathroom was very tastefully done, Mark noted. There was a large oval shaped bath tub that matched the sink and toilet with the same type of chrome faucets and fittings. The towel racks and mirror fittings matched as well, together with the fittings in the shower stall, he noticed. The tiles on the floor were cream colored, the only difference between them and the tiles on the wall their lack of delicate pink and white roses etched on them.

The small potted flowers, tiny bowls of pot pourri, assorted towels and carefully arranged bath accessories, including aromatic candles, were what clearly made it a woman's bathroom. Soft and lush, very much like the woman who owned it, Mark decided. The thought of her started a surge of blood flowing to his loins. She was a fantastic fuck, thoroughly uninhibited and possesing a very wide and deep naughty streak. And she was very enthuthiastic about it. Mark already knew something else about her; she had a submissive streak - she much prefered a man to take charge during sex - but she was fully capable of taking charge and enjoying it herself.

Thinking of how she had woken him up with kisses to his penis already had him at nearly full staff and debating with himself whether he should ride her again before he left. He knew she would not hesitate to accommodate him in her incredible pussy if he decided on it. She loved being fucked. Her body was made for it; her breasts, her ass, her hips, her lips, her waist, the tightness of pussy and even the size of her clit. She was so thoroughly sensitive he could guess what would please her just by looking at her body. And she was obviously very easily orgasmic. Thinking of her breasts, his dick was now fully erect as he thought of teasing her nipples into those brown swollen hard points with his tongue. He intended to have her naked and bouncing on his cock within thirty seconds of entering her apartment after work. Afterwards he would play with her pussy on the couch ...

He was practically done rinsing off the soap when Jasmin's naked form suddenly padded into the bathroom. She paused to look at him in the shower before she looked at the mouthwash he had left by the sink instead of the shelf hanging off the mirror. Grimacing in mock outrage, she glared at him in the shower, Mark raising his eyebrows and shrugging with an apologetic but naughty grin. Suddenly smiling back, she opened the bottle of mouthwash, gargled and rinsed just as thoroughly as he did before she replaced the mouthwash back in its place. The sight of her ass and bare pussy as she bent over the sink had his erection back up to rock hardness.

Jasmin turned from the sink and marched up to the shower stall, sliding the door open. "Room for one more?"

"Come in." He said, all thoughts of getting in late to work pushed ruthlessly to the side. "I'm done, so I'm doing you. Clear?"

She nodded, pushing the sliding the glass door closed, and going straight into his arms, into the water, reaching down for his engorged penis. "All this for me?" She asked after a standing on her tip toes to kiss him, his dick in her stroking fist.

"Yes." he answered truthfully, cupping her breasts in his soapy hands, slipping and sliding all over the soft globes of flesh. Jasmin moaned in delight at his caresses, becoming more insistent in her stroking of his cock.

His hand went down to her belly and between her legs and she again lifted one leg to give him access as she collapsed against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest. She was wet again. Ready to fuck. He pushed two fingers inside her and he felt her pussy contract around them as she cried out, releasing his member and throwing her arms around his neck. Ballet dancing had given her the ability to stay well balanced on one leg for a long period of time and so she remained that way as he slowly fingerfucked her under the spray of the shower. She bucked her hips in time with his finger strokes as he held her up with one arm around her waist. She began to make louder noises as he included her clit in his masturbating of her and she was near coming when he removed his fingers, making her whimper and reach for his hand in protest, and pushed her to the opposite wall, making her stand with her legs spread wide, her black bush stark against her caramel skin. He knelt between her legs and sniffed at her pussy, inhaing deeply, before he started to eat her the rest of the way to her orgasm.

His tongue travelled up and down her slit twice, fucking her with his tongue, before he relented and attacked her clit. She came less than thirty seconds later and it was only his hands holding her waist as he fed on her pussy that held her standing. He only stood up when she had stopped whimpering in pleasure and was only shaking at each lick of his tongue. He stood up and kissed her again. Long and hard, each trying to outdo the other in how ardently their tongues explored. Then he broke the kiss and stepped away from her, reaching for the shower gel and a loofah hanging off the shower head.

He lathered up his hands and the loofah and carefully proceeded to wash her. He stroked and cleaned her chest and neck, he made her raise her arms so he could do her clean shaven armpits, then he spent time on her breasts, making her smile and moan as he teased her nipples, before he went down to lather up her belly and thighs. He knelt and lathered up her legs and then thoroughly cleaned the hot moist center at the apex of her thighs. He stood and hung the loofah back and then proceeded to use his bare hands to stroke the soap off her body. He licked and sucked her nipples to 'make sure' they were clear of soap, making a breathless Jasmin thankful she had two so she could feel him do it twice. He squatted again and kissed all around her belly too and her bush before he kissed her pussy, on her nether lips.

But abruptly, he stood up and looking into her eyes, he reached up and unhooked the shower head. Eyes wide, she wordlessly spread her legs and leaned back against the shower stall wall, eyes looking the approaching shower head in anticipation. He held her up by the waist and introduced the streaming jets of water to her pussy. Jasmin shuddered and squealed as he 'rinsed' her, using the buttons by the shower head handle to vary the speed and focus of the shower's jets of water. He spread her open with his fingers to give the water more of a chance to get her completely 'clean', making Jasmin shriek out loud as the jets touched her inner flesh, but not as loud as when he moved the shower directly over her clitoris and randomly switched the intensity of jets from 'low and spread out' to 'high and focused' and back again continuously without warning. Jasmin had lifted a leg when he spread her open and she nearly slipped and fell multiple times as her clit sent a jolt through her at each sharp new impact.

When Mark was finally satisfied she was 'clean' and moved away from her to rehang the shower head, Jasmin suddenly squatted down and took him into her mouth, pushing him up against the wall, a determined look on her face as she bent her head to suck him into her mouth. But she was only a minute into it, licking her way up his shaft to the head of his penis after running her tongue all over his balls when he bent and took her by the under arms, lifting her up easily. Jasmin frowned as he brought her up, annoyed at being interrupted. But when his mouth descended on hers, she kissed him back just as deeply as she pressed her body against him, feeling the dick that had just been in her mouth pressing against her belly, the water still cascading all over them, her pussy flooded with heat.

"I'm going to fuck you, Jasmin Marchand." he said.

Jasmin trembled with need, but she still smiled teasingly "What if I say no?"

In response, he bent his head and took a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking deeply. He put a hand between her legs and stroked her clit with a finger, pressing hard and making her squeal and claw at him. "I'm going to fuck you, Jasmin Marchand." He repeated when he lifted his head to look into her eyes.

"Go on, then. Fuck me." Jasmin growled.

He released her and turned around to turn off the water. Jasmin, smiling and horny, opened the sliding door and stepped out unto the tiles, reaching for a towel from the rack. She wrapped herself in it, tying it around her breasts and started making her way to the door, heading for the bedroom and the bed.

But Mark had other ideas; he was not prepared to wait until they got to the bed. He wanted her then and there.

He grabbed hold of her by the waist from behind and before she knew it she was lying on top of her spread towel on the tiles of her bathroom floor, being feverishly kissed by a lust crazed lover. Her legs were spread wide open, her knees bent and her heels on the floor and he was kneeling between her legs, bent over her supine and writhing body as he licked and nibbled at her lips. Jasmin's naughty side was in ecstacy at the wickedness of it. She was about to be fucked on the floor of the bathroom, her lover too desperate to wait till they got to the bed less than ten seconds away.

At the moment, so was she. She needed him fucking her.

She reached down between her legs, between his, and grabbed hold of his hard member, guiding him to her opening. She was soaking wet but even after an evening of hard sex, he still needed to push his way in as she contracted around him. Jasmin raised her head and avidly watched his cock disappear into her cunt. She almost sighed with relief when he settled fully inside her, the pleasure intense enough to make her sob with delight, but she was too busy kissing him.

"Fuck me, Mark." Jasmin breathed as he broke the kiss and began to lick at her ear. "Hard. Fuck me."

He kissed her again on her lips, tongues playing with each other. His mouth was still on hers when he surprised her as he began to do exactly what she wanted without any warning. He fucked her, again hard and fast, long and deep. And Jasmin cried out, screamed, whimpered, sobbed and bit her lip as she found herself pumping her hips back up in time with his strokes into her cunt. The image of them rutting away on the floor of a bathroom, no thought of anything except their release, all inhibitions gone, had Jasmin excited enough to come less than a few seconds into her being stroked into. She only went stiff for a moment, gasping, before she continued fucking her lover back with no let-up.

They did not last long, but it was long enough as both of them came loudly, Jasmin for the second time, feeling Mark go rigid and shout as he unloaded his cum inside her, feeling her cunt contracting around his pulsing cock as she milked him dry. Her own orgasm seemed to wring out every last breath out of her and her breasts heaved as she shook, her eyes squeezed shut as she struggled and largely failed to contain her cries. They lay there for a while, his dick at quarter mast but still pleasantly engulfed inside her, fondling and kissing for a minute or two before Mark remembered himself and being at the office on time.

She gasped when he swiftly withdrew out of her and stood up. But she immediately sat up and 'cleaned him up' with her tongue and lips again, tasting herself on his semi-flaccid dick. He stood still, breathing sharply, until she was done, licking her lips and smiling up at him. "There you go. All nice and clean now."

"Need to get back to my apartment. Get dressed for work." He told her when he got his breath back, as he lifted her up to her feet.

"So long as you're back here tonight." Jasmin said over her shoulder as she went to get a towel to clean up the mix of his and her cum making its way out of her cunt and dribbling down her thighs.

Five minutes later, she was kissing and licking his lips at her door, him fully dressed in what he wore the evening before and his glasses, her in nothing but an open gown, having had no time to wear anything else. Jasmin was finding that she did not feel any discomfort being naked around him - it seemed strangely ... natural. And he was taking full advantage, cupping and stroking her titties. "You'd better be here tonight, or you're dead, Mr. Archer." she warned.

She had no desire to think about having anything other than a purely friendly sexual relationship with him. In her experience, relationships - or 'arrangements' - that began on such a heated sexual note burned themselves out in a very short while. She thought about how she would enter this experience into her journal; a suggestion from her therapist that she took filling in very seriously. She did not need to show it to anyone, including the therapist, the only rule was that she had to be honest.

"I was thinking we could meet for lunch. I know this nice little hotel on 53rd." Mark raised his eyebrows, stroking a nipple erect.

Jasmin smiled, the warmth was already beginning to return to her pussy. Just about five hours away. "Maybe ... I'll take an extra hour out ... for lunch."

He grinned "Good." He continued caressing her breasts in his hands, raising an inquiring eyebrow. "Jasmin E. Marchand ... Jasmin's an Arabian name, right?"

"Yeah." She sighed and bit her lip a little, pushing out her chest so her breasts fit more fully in his hands - they felt remarkably good. "My maternal grandmother was Lebanese."

"And the E?"

"Elizabeth." she giggled. She had sucked and fucked this man for most of the last evening and night, and less then ten minutes earlier he had been pistoning away inside her like a jackhammer, and now he had her breasts cupped in his hands ... and he only just found out what her full name was. Her naughty side loved it. "I'm kind of a mongrel ..."

"Oh?"

"Uh huh" She closed her eyes as he pinched lightly at her nipple, sending a surge of pleasure through her. "White, Arab, black, brown ... everything." She gasped as he ran his fingertips over the swollen brown tips of her breasts and swiftly reached up to hold his wrists. "Stop that, or you're not going to be leaving anytime soon." Her lips were parted and eyes had grown heated as she stared up at him.

He looked at her for a moment, considering, the predatory gleam in his eyes making her breath catch, even more intensely aware of the heat between her legs rapidly building up. Was there enough time for another ...?

Mark took a deep breath and finally released her breasts. "53rd Street, the Highmark." he said firmly as he let her go.

Jasmin nodded wordlessly, licking suddenly dry lips, finding herself a little short of breath.

He grinned. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, Jasmin Elizabeth Marchand."

"No fair." she pouted playfully. "You know my middle name and I don't know yours."

He chuckled "It's Nathan."

She formally held out her hand and, smiling back at her, he took it. "It's been lovely meeting you too Mr. Mark Nathan Archer." Jasmin was seriously considering finding and sending a gift to the guy who had almost hit her with the car yesterday. He had given her a lot of fun filled days, maybe even weeks, to look forward to. Her naughty side came to the fore and she stepped forward and pulled his head down to kiss him softly, pressing her naked body against his fully clothed one.

"And, it's been even lovelier ..." she whispered against his lips, "... fucking you ..."

A month later, Jasmin was licking her lips as she waited on the platform of the underground train station just a hundred or so yards from her office building, the space between her legs flooded with heat and feeling ... empty in that all too familiar way. Just a few minutes earlier, she had been in her office working on a set of blueprints when she had gotten a text message on her cellphone.

'Room 35' it had simply said.

She had stared at the message for a long moment, suddenly unsure even as her body reacted to it; a warmth began to build in her pussy and her nipples tightened in her bra as she found herself squirming in her seat, her lips parting as the heat rushed to her cheeks.

Images of two people, both half clothed but fully joined and thrusting against each other entered her mind. The man was built like a rugby player with curly dark hair and the woman he was thrusting hard into, from behind, had her hair, her hips, her belly, her breasts, her ass ... her face. The images were from the last time she had responded to a text like that and gone to the train station to get on a train to 53rd Street during her lunch hour on Tuesday. It had been her fourth time at the Highmark Hotel, and the memory was enough to have her pussy threatening to thoroughly soak her panties through. Jasmin squirmed some more in her seat.

The first time had been in Room 12, also during her lunch break, the day after their 'arrangement' began and just a little over five hours since he had been inside her on the floor of her bathroom. He had carefully removed her clothes, as if he were unwrapping a present, as she stood quivering in arousal at the foot of the bed while he sat on it in front of her. He had played with her breasts as she stood there until she had lost control and leapt on top of him, taking off his clothes in a fevered rush. Afterwards, he had entered her wetness and pistoned in and out of her at steady pace, taking deep and long strokes into her needy cunt. Her legs had wrapped themselves around his waist as he cupped and squeezed her breasts and she clawed at his back. When she came, her orgasm had left her gasping and wild-eyed. But he had not come yet, so she took him deep into her mouth until he came, making his semen her first item of lunch, to which she added a sandwich on her way back to her office, almost thirty minutes late, which nobody, thankfully, noticed.

On Tuesday, she had gotten back to the office on time because Mark had kissed her hungrily at the door of Room 19, turned her around and yanked down her pants and panties to her feet in one swift motion after pulling down the back zip of her pants. He had carried and bent her over the room desk in the next moment and Jasmin had hurriedly stepped out of the puddle of clothes at her feet and braced herself with her hands on the desk as he entered her already wet pussy and began to fuck her from behind. When he came, he carried her along with him and she had let out a keening wail as she felt his cum enter her and some of it splatter on her ass as he pulled out her pussy. It was hard, fast and rough. And Jasmin had loved it; her naughty side appreciating the savagery of just being taken. Three minutes later, they walked out of the room and out of the hotel to get on the trains to their respective offices, her without her panties because they were in his coat pocket.

And those were far from the only times they had had sex in the week. Apart from the thorougly wild Sunday of fucking in her apartment and his, she had spent the evening of Tuesday later on after their 'lunch' time encounter repeatedly riding him on his living room couch, somehow still wearing her office blouse and nothing else. She left to go to sleep in her apartment but he had spent the night in her apartment the next day. They had done it doggy style on the bed, long and hard, before he had gotten on top of her and fucked her again. Later on he had woken her up in the middle of the night so he could lift her leg up and enter her from the side. She had obliged and mewled out in pleasure as he thrusted into her, and even though she did not come, she still felt strangely contented as she went back to sleep with his hands cupped around her breasts. But she came solo herself when he lay her down on the bed and ate her pussy after she had come out of the shower in the morning, her towel bunched up around her waist as she held his head between her legs, crying out as he carefully tongued an orgasm out of her.

Jasmin felt the heat settling between her legs, and she licked her lips and crossed her legs under her desk.

As she stared at the phone, she knew her decision was almost completely made. It was really how much she wanted to go to the hotel that made her apprehensive, and the fact that she was going to cancel a movie night with a girlfriend. For yet another moment, she wondered if this 'arrangement' was a good idea - skipping out on a friend implied that she was making it more serious than she herself had stipulated her relationship with Mark was going to be.

No, she decided firmly, it was just a purely physical thing. And besides, she thought, Bianca would think nothing of cancelling a date with her for sex. But Jasmin had not told anyone about Mark yet, not even her therapist, though she had entered him, and all their encounters, into her journal. She licked her lips. Actually, it was more than 'just' sex. It was naughty, wicked, mind-blowing sex - Mark was a lucky find - and she had already decided to fully enjoy every moment of it before it burnt itself out.

It was a decision she would never have thought of making less than a year and a half earlier.

Then she had been engaged to a man she had been in a relationship with for over four years. But then she walked into his apartment one afternoon to find him completely naked and lying under a similarly naked work colleague of his on their living room carpet. The two of them were so engrossed in what they were doing that they carried on without noticing her as she stood in the hallway watching them. The woman, a thin blonde with the svelte and thin body of a supermodel was crying out with wild abandon as she rode her fiancee, taking him deep into her pussy with each pump of her hips, leaning over him so her small breasts were hanging down over his face.

As Jasmin stared, a sickening feeling spreading through her chest, Paul rolled the two of them over so that he was on top, and he started pumping into the thin blonde as she spread her legs wide around him. Jasmin watched as her fiancee repeatedly speared into his blonde lover, listening to their moans and hearing the woman urging him on, seeing him respond to the blonde's encouragement.

"... fuck me ... yes! ... fuck me! ... oh fuck ...!"

The woman came loudly then, just as Paul was starting to gasp and groan in the tell-tale way Jasmin knew meant he was going to come. But then he did something that he had never done before with her. He pulled out of the blonde and began to spurt all over her breasts, face and neck. The woman did not miss a beat, she lifted her head and took him into her mouth as he yelled out something in a ragged roar.

Afterwards, Jasmin silently watched - the pain faded to an even more awful numbness - the two lovers on the floor, hands travelling all over each other's bodies and exchanging hungry kisses.

At some point the woman lay back with a sigh of pleasure and he had spent a long time enthusiastically sucking and licking at her small breasts before he finally stood up and extended his hand to the woman lying languidly on the carpet, his semen still glistening on her body. Giggling, she had placed her hand in his and he had pulled her up into his arms. It was then that the blonde noticed Jasmin standing in the hallway and she had cried out in alarm. Paul turned and saw her then, and his mouth had fallen open in shock. They all stared at each other silently for a long moment, him knowing that with his lover standing there naked beside him with his cum all over her chest, around her neck and chin, and glistening on her bush, there was no need to ask how long Jasmin had been standing there.

Wordlessly, Jasmin had turned around and walked out, pulling the door closed behind her even as he opened his mouth to say something.

It was only after she realized that he made no further effort to come after her or get in touch that day, or the next, that the tears came. He called two days later at her office and she gave him his ring, which he had accepted with no more than a regretful look and a half-hearted attempt to assure her that he never 'meant to hurt' her. That was when she asked him if he had just carried on with his blonde after she left. His silence told her everything she needed to know.

As he left her office, he turned one last time and said quietly, "The main reason why, in case you're interested, is that Sandra can't wait to get into bed with me. I don't have to beg, say everything right or get everything perfect. And she doesn't hold back. I'm sorry ... but I can't remember the last time I felt that way with you."

Jasmin did not know just how deeply what she had seen and heard had affected her until about four months later when she had brought a man home after a date ... for 'coffee.' And get laid while she was at it. Among her group of friends, she was easily the most reserved; the good girl. Ironically, Bianca, her closest friend, was the extrovert and a borderline slut. She had explained exactly why Jasmin 'needed' to 'get some' in terms of science; "Sex makes the body release endorphins, endorphins make you feel good - it's like taking happy pills, but this way it's natural and fun and you feel better!"

"Not yet." Jasmin had said quietly and firmly, but with a smile.

It had taken two months before she felt ready enough to invite a man upstairs to her apartment after a date. It was less that it had been a great date and more of the fact that she wanted to get it over with that she decided to invite him up. They started kissing on the couch in her living room and things progressed from there until they were in her bedroom removing their clothes. It was going to be the first time she was going to have sex since her break up and she was nervous as he climbed up unto the bed with her. And she was still nervous as they started kissing and he started feeling her body, grabbing her breasts and her ass and kissing her neck.

He was not exactly getting it wrong - she had slept with one or two men a great deal worse - and he was certainly the type of man she found attractive; tall, lean and blond, Jasmin thought ... A lot like Paul.

It was then that she vividly remembered her ex-fiancee's parting words, and the scene she had witnessed of him and his blonde lover's moans and cries of ecstasy as they copulated wildly on his living room floor. And what struck her at last, why she could not get that scene out of her mind, was that could not remember ever making Paul look like that. Ever so obviously given him that much pleasure and gotten him so engrossed in her that he would not notice someone standing in the hallway watching them have sex.

And suddenly, her apprehension disappeared.

It was only after the man left sometime later in the night and Jasmin was getting a cup of tea in the kitchen that she fully came to grips with what had happened - what she had done, and the fact that she had enjoyed it. Very much. She had licked and kissed every part of his body and shamelessly taken him into her mouth, licking and sucking him until he was crying out and gasping in pleasure before she had climbed on top of him and ridden him long and hard, crying out and repeatedly impaling herself on his cock as he lay writhing and gasping under her. When she came, she had shrieked it out, throwing her head from side to side. Later, she had pulled him on top of her and he had fucked her again until he came for the second and last time with a shout.

She had found herself using language that she knew was alien to how she had been but somehow still felt natural as she lay under him with her legs splayed out and he pistoned in and out of her; "... fuck me! ... fuck my pussy ... uhn ... fuck me! ...

The man still had a gratifyingly stunned look on his face as he gathered his clothes and dressed to leave. She had walked him to the door in only her dressing gown, even more firmly decided that she was not going to see him again. She had two more one-night stands after that, both times finding herself exactly as uninhibited as she had been that first time and she began to think of the new development in her sexuality as the 'naughty side' of her that Bianca always maintained that every woman ought to get acquainted with - though Bianca's was probably already far too acquainted with her own 'naughty side.'

Jasmin's naughty side made her feel as if she had a secret, that she had become a different woman, and it made her feel ... very sexy.

But it was not until another two months later, despite the urgings of her friends, that she felt ready for any sort of relationship. Unfortunately, both her attempts at serious relationships were a lot less successful. Ironically, her 'naughty side' had no problem showing up when it came to sex but she simply could not bring herself to trust any of the men she thought nothing of doing all sorts of sexual acts with. In the end, all three relationships swiftly became just physical and then any deeper emotional interest on both sides just died. Jasmin cut them all off at that point.

It was after her last such 'relationship' ended, and realizing that she could be in some trouble with maintaining anything serious, that she first started going to see a therapist. Dr. Patterson first of all recommended that Jasmin avoid getting into any other relationships for the moment and instead focus on her problem with trust. She also got Jasmin to realize that all her one night stands and relationship partners all matched Paul in some physical way, which was definitely playing a major part in not allowing her to get emotionally involved with them. Dr. Patterson had also helped Jasmin realize that her one-night stands and partners all being tall, lean and blonde like Paul even more definitely explained her recent sexual behavior. In her mind, she was competing with Paul's blonde lover.

Meeting Mark, though she never told her therapist or any of her friends, and having their 'arrangement' had provided her with what she had thought was a good half-way point between what she needed emotionally - space and time to heal properly ... and a way to satisfy her 'needs' - which, since she met him, have been strangely increasingly growing. Not only did Mark not look in any way like Paul, that she was having sex with him rather regularly certainly made him anything but a one-night stand. But most of all, in the month of their 'arrangement' he had given her no reason to believe that he needed or wanted anything more from her beyond their deeply sexual and yet comfortably platonic relationship.

The only problem - if it could be called a problem - was that the sex was becoming more frequent and better each time with no sign of their 'arrangement' burning itself out yet. He was incredibly imaginative, had loads of stamina and self-control, and even better, he had the sort of nasty twisted mind to more than match her 'naughty' side, not to mention the surprisingly forceful way about him that strangely aroused her.

And now she was going to blow off a friend to spend the night in a hotel room with him on an impromptu invitation that felt like something of a command.

Her pussy seemed to clench in anticipation. She was wet. Very wet.

It would be her fifth time at the hotel on 53rd Street - that is, if she went. But it would be her first time in Room 35 after those lunch hours spent in Room 12, 12 again, 6 and then 19. It was after six o'clock, just a little more than an hour after closing time, and it was a Friday. And if she remembered the layout of the Highmark correctly, 35 was likely to be something of a suite. Taking everything into consideration, she knew enough about Mark to know that if she entered that Room 35, she was not coming out until late the next morning.

If she went - she was not completely decided yet, she told herself, even as she found herself picking up her phone.

She could watch the movie with Bianca tomorrow.

The train came to a halt at the platform and she entered a car, getting off at the stop on 53rd street.

Her card key to Room 35 was waiting for her at the reception and two minutes later, she was inside the suite, in the sitting room section, obeying Mark's spine-tingling order to take off her clothes, feeling her cum flooding out to coat her labia as he watched her undress for him. There was a picnic basket on a spread blanket in the middle of the floor and he was sitting on it in silk pyjama bottoms and a sleeveless T-shirt with the TV on. Jasmin had long since realized that she was completely comfortable being naked around him even when he was not - he apparently got off on it and she certainly did not mind that the sight of her body mesmerized him every time.

"Have you eaten anything?" he asked as she stepped out of her panties and came towards him in only her shoes and glasses.

"No." she licked her lips as she saw the bulge of his dick increasingly tenting the front of his pyjamas as he took in the sight of her. Her pussy was an inferno of need, hot and soaking wet with cum, and her nipples were tingling in their hardness as she got on the blanket and then went on her hands and knees to crawl towards him, knowing that his eyes were drawn to her breasts as they hung down to the carpet. She reached him and straightened up on her knees, and then moved herself to straddle his legs as they kissed. She moaned as she reached down into the fly of his pyjamas to free his member so she could take him inside her, but he had other ideas.

He moved and she suddenly found herself lying flat on her back on the blanket, with his head moving down her body to go between her legs. She cried out as his tongue speared into her pussy, and he licked the folds of her slit before he took her swollen clit into her mouth, running his tongue over it. He licked, kissed and sucked on her pussy until she let out a sharp shriek and stiffened as she began to come, a small flood of wetness coming out of her pussy to soak her inner thighs. He continued to lick her until she stopped spasming before he sat up.

"Let's eat." he said, looking down at the naked woman, legs spread and breasts heaving in front of him.

Still lying flat on her back, breathing hard from her orgasm, she opened her eyes and smiled weakly "I thought you just did ..."

"I meant food." he smiled.

"Oh." Jasmin made a playful moue with her lips as she sat up. "But let me clean you up first." she said as she closed the distance between them. "Wouldn't want you dirty for dinner." And she proceeded to 'clean' him up, holding his head and kissing and licking her cum off his lips and chin, making a noise in her throat but not breaking the string of kisses she was laying along his jawline when two of his fingers slipped inside her from the front, in between her spread apart legs.

"There." she said a minute later with a bright smile, for all intents and purposes as if two of his fingers were not stroking inside her at the moment. "All nice and clean."

"Thank you." he said, still sliding his fingers in and out of her. They remained like that for a long moment, until she started to squirm, biting her lip, and then she shuddered, eyes closing and letting out a whimper as he abruptly withdrew his fingers from her cunt. The fire was back between her legs again and she hungrily eyed the tent of his pyjamas as he slowly licked the fingers that had just been inside her pussy.

"Let's eat." he said again, firmly.

And they ate.

The food was excellent - french bread, cheese and a lovely white oriental meat sauce with fruit on the side - but it was the fact that Mark took every opportunity to touch, stroke and fondle her that made it ... 'interesting'. He 'casually' stroked and caressed her thighs, her belly and her breasts, and more than once, he leaned over to lick a crumb or something or other off her body. She had responded by stroking his chest under his T-shirt and reaching into the fly of his pyjamas to bring out his penis for her own 'casual' strokes in between her eating. He let her do what she wanted without much more than slightly deeper intakes of breath at her touches. Then she had pulled insistently at his pyjamas' waistband until he finally co-operated and let her take it off him. Two following kisses left her out of breath as he cupped her boobs in his hands and then began to repeatedly stroke his fingers down her back and sides. She had answered by yanking his T-shirt off him and reciprocating by licking any stray crumbs off him. By the time Jasmin was taking her last sip of whatever it was they were drinking, she was significantly wet and shaky with arousal, and feeling more than a little bit desperate to take his cock inside her as she leaned against him. She reached for his cock again to give it another 'casual' stroke ...

And the next moment found her lying under him as he leaned over her, and his penis began to push past her cunt's lips as she spread her legs wide around him. She smiled even as she let out a soft hiss as he penetrated deeper into her, feeling a delicious thrill at his loss of control, her victory, as her pussy tightened around him.

"I love fucking you, Jasmin Marchand." he growled after the pause during which they had held themselves still, just savoring his filling of her cunt and her tightness around his cock.

She crossed her legs around him, breathing hard, teeth gritted. "Show me how much ... fuck me! ..."

And he did, sliding in and out of her hard and fast as she encouraged him with her cries before finally coming on her belly just a few minutes later. Jasmin had come again almost as soon as he started but she was far from done. She had immediately pushed him to lie on his back and kissed her way down his body until she could administer some proper attention to his dick with her lips and tongue, and the warm cavern of her mouth. She took her time and licked, sucked lavished kisses on his cock until she had him up and ready to fuck her again. She took him into her mouth one more time to make sure before she allowed his fully swollen rod popped out of her mouth one last time and she quickly got herself into position over his prone body. She smiled down at him as she sank herself down on his staff as it stood at full mast, amazed as always at how good he felt entering her and enjoying his sharp intake of breath as her pussy closed around him.

"How long do you have this place for, anyway?" she asked as he reached up to cup her breasts and she began to rock her hips.

"Sunday."

All weekend. That meant no movie with Bianca tomorrow. Oh well ...

She leaned down to capture his lips with hers. "Good." She said, before she lifted her body back up again. He began to caress her body, cupping and squeezing her tits and stroking and pulling at her swollen nipples and she let out a whimper as she started slowly and steadily to slide up and down his shaft, "... yess ... yess ... ooh! ... yess! ..."

It was only an 'arrangement', after all. Nothing serious. After all, he wasn't her type ...