The Taste of Jasmine Phonesex

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His face close to mine … the warmth of his breath on my cheek …  “Taste yourself,” he whispered … his mouth hungrily devouring mine,  our tongues exploring one another’s mouths–tongue fucking. His magnificent cock deep inside my wet pussy grinding, pumping. My orgasm building, savoring the taste of my sweet juice on his lips.

I’d gone back to the restaurant, late, just before closing. It was an impulse I could not resist.

I had not been able to stop thinking about that young boy, that waiter at the restaurant for days and then that night I was sitting alone in our penthouse, husband gone again, I already have couple martinis and it makes me want to do something wild and I cannot put the thought of him out of my mind, the smell of him, the look of desire I see in his eyes when he looks at me.

So I got up and dress quickly in something designer casual, kind of edgy, all black and I do my makeup dramatic with thick black eyeliner to make my eyes smoulder. 

When I take look at myself in mirror, I like what I see. Though I look like different woman, a woman who is whore, going out to cheat on her husband, out to get fucked by another man, a younger man who is practically stranger. Is no surprise I look like that because that is exactly what I am at that moment.

I get there just before closing. He sees me as soon as I come in and I make straight for him, take seat at the bar. There is hardly anyone else around, few upper class drinkers acting little bit silly at corner tables, the other wait staff watching and whispering.

And him. And me.

“Hello Robert,” I say and order my usual dirty martini and he gives it to me just how I like with extra olives.

We are intensely aware of each other for every moment, almost as though we are already touching, like we are dancing.

There is sexual energy passing like heat between us, so strong it is almost tangible.

He knows what I am there for. He knows I want to fuck him. And he is more than willing victim.

 I smile, enjoying this moment, and stretch out my legs to give him better look. “You are coming home with me tonight, Robert,” I told him. Maybe it was the martinis talking, maybe not. He says nothing but he smiles knowingly at me. And so it was arranged. It was as good as done.

Back at my place I push him down on my bed and our hands are all over each other, exploring each other’s bodies.  I say, “Look at me.”

His eyes take in my big tits, tiny waist and yes, even my eyes ,he looks  in my eyes as I stroke his cock through his trousers.

He moaned in pleasure as I tore off his shirt and trousers and took his beautiful cock into my mouth.

deep throat him and I can tell he is getting ready to cum but to my surprise he holds back and throws me easily into prone position and hungrily devours every inch of my pussy.

His face close to mine … the warmth of his breath on my cheek …  “Taste yourself,” he whispers … his mouth hard upon my own, our tongues exploring one another’s mouths, our bodies,  grinding, rubbing together … My orgasm building, savoring the taste of my sweet, juice on his lips …

“Oh God,” I say, in my native tongue as my body erupted into orgasm.

My own taste still on my lips … the taste of Jasmine.

 

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