Head bent down, reading a text on her phone sent by the stranger a few minutes earlier, Jasmine left her parked car and cautiously walked up to his cream colored house. It was late in the cool evening and Jasmine couldn't really get a good look at the house itself, as none of the exterior lights were on. She did notice how well groomed the lawn was as she strolled past it. This yard belongs to a stranger who liked to keep his surroundings in order, she noted. Being that Jasmine never met this man in person before, the clean cut nature of the lawn seemed like a positive point for the stranger. Crossing her arms to keep warm, Jasmine stood in front of the wooden door. The exterior lights of the house came to life, illuminating Jasmine. The white door's brass knob began to slowly turn by a stranger from inside the house.
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Only one week prior, Jasmine had logged onto a dating website for the first time in two years. Within the first minute of logging on, Jasmine was bombarded by dozens of instant messages and crass private emails. She carelessly chose a few instant message windows to respond to. One rather uninteresting message simply said "Hello :)". Nothing special, she thought, as she moved it under the other instant message windows. As she sorted through her message windows, she began to weed out and ignore the men whose mannerisms seemed to arrive fresh from the Stone Age. One conversation closed. Another conversation ignored and close. Closed. Closed. Closed.
Jasmine eventually returned to "Hello :)" and for some reason stopped herself from closing out the short message. For no real reason, Jasmine decided to say hello back. After a few minutes of conversing with HardLatinMachine, she was surprised by his use of correct grammar, punctuation and most of all, his manners. Was he really like this in real life, or was he playing at some game just to get into her pants? She was intrigued.
HardLatinMachine introduced himself as James. They talked on and off for a few minutes, which turned into many hours and then into a week. He seemed to say all the right words, phrases and topics that Jasmine liked. He knew when to joke, be serious and when to be sarcastic. James was never rude to Jasmine. James never tried to be anyone but himself for Jasmine. Jasmine did note that James did seem to like the same sexual tastes as her.
Jasmine loved the fact that James knew how to press all the right buttons in their conversations to keep the attraction between them interesting for her. Jasmine eventually learned that James abhorred texting, and even besides this fact, James continued to text her at her leisure. Whether it was two in the afternoon or two at night, James tried his best to keep Jasmine smiling. The want, the need, welled up inside Jasmine, and she had to meet James. At the very least, just to see if all this conversing was just smoke and mirrors or if James' intellectual bark was a delicious as his bite...
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James knew she was in the neighborhood via text and was waiting by the door for her for the past 15 minutes. With a large, handsome smile James opened the door and greeted Jasmine by slightly bowing and extending his arm, gesturing her into his home. Jasmine blushed, bowed her head slightly, returned a smile of her own and walked past James.
James led Jasmine through the living room and into the kitchen where he proceeded to engage her in that awkward small talk - the kind of slightly awkward talk where neither person knew what the next minute would bring. Jasmine had told James in a previous text some days earlier that she actually didn't like small talk, and had asked James to just sweep her off her feet as soon as she entered the house. James obviously had forgotten this request and kept chatting away with her for a few minutes until he realized what he was doing... James immediately fixed his posture and calmly invited Jasmine into his bedroom. Jasmine put her purse down on the marble countertop, picked up her cell phone, and with a bit of bravado in her step, followed James.
They both walked into his bedroom where James then bade Jasmine to sit on his bed. Jasmine nodded, sat on the edge of his bed and was slightly surprised when James didn't sit next to her. James walked over to his computer, sat in his red leather chair and started to fidget with the keyboard. Jasmine didn't know what to make of that and nervously started to fiddle with her cell phone.
James had lay with many women in his life, but no matter how many women he kept company with, James never knew what response he would get, so everything he was doing was careful and calculated. He didn't want to come off as too greedy, too grabby, possibly too rude. James slightly ignored Jasmine while she sat on his bed and typed out some text message to a friend. There were no games being played here, no head tricks. Just a woman inside a stranger's house wondering what moves this stranger would try and said stranger being careful not offend his beautiful guest.
After a few minutes of casual banter between them, James felt like the time was right to make a physical move on her, so he quickly got up out of his cool leather chair and walked over to Jasmine. As James walked to the bed, Jasmine suddenly felt that drive to invite his company. She laid on her back, though still on her phone twiddling away at some email. James has seen this song and dance before and knew that Jasmine was accepting of him. James asked Jasmine to scoot over on the bed to make room for him. Jasmine nodded, and then moved over. James knew the amount of space needed for him to be able to romance Jasmine and asked her to move over a little more, and Jasmine happily did just that.
Both of them, fully clothed, lay together side by side. James was figuring out the best way to approach her while Jasmine was wondering what James was going to do to her. Jasmine seemed very calm and sure of herself, but James correctly assumed she was just nervous and attempting to hide her feelings. As Jasmine talked about various aspects of her life, James studied her face and neck, waiting for the right time to get closer to her and caress her. Jasmine admitted to James that she felt unusually comfortable around him. Jasmine was even slightly embarrassed at the amount of personal life she was spilling into James' intent ears without noticing what she was saying until after the fact. Typically, for James at least, when a woman admits to being so open without realizing it that is typically the sign for James to move in for the kill.
Some days prior, Jasmine admitted she loved to have her hair played with and caressed to James, and James remembered. James slowly reached over to the side of Jasmine's porcelain face and flew his fingers across her delicate cheek and through her soft hair.
Funny thing too... James very much loved the exact same things most women like done to them. That meant James was able to apply what felt good to him perfectly onto a woman's body. When James touched Jasmine's flush cheek, she was taken back at how perfect his touch was. How he is able to caress, pet and feel with the perfect amount of pressure on any body part.
Jasmine felt pleased as James ran his searching fingers through her hair, rubbing her scalp and lightly raking her temples with his short nails. Wrapped in bliss, Jasmine's head tilted back without her noticing, With one hand holding her hair, James' other hand began marking crop circles across the back of Jasmine's scalp. Jasmine was pretty excited to find out that, so far, he seemed to know what he was doing. Jasmine silently hoped that he wouldn't do anything to ruin the moment. That he would keep this perfect feeling going on for the entire evening.
Jasmine's head was jerked to one side by James' strong grip. James confidently instructed Jasmine to lie on her side. Jasmine, without hesitation, rolled over and exposed her back to James. The fact that she listened to this stranger without question surprised Jasmine! His romantic dominance touched Jasmine between her legs and she felt a wet tingle building up.
As James held Jasmine's hair in one hand, Jasmine felt his other hand begin to slowly scrape across the nape of her neck and up into the base of her scalp. This immediately shot tingles across her neck, down her shoulders, up her back and down her sides. If Jasmine was lying in her grave, James was the one dancing on it! Jasmine loved this feeling - being able to relax and be comfortable in a stranger's caring arms. Jasmine felt as if she knew James for years and completely let her guard down while James' fingers danced across the back of her neck. Jasmine felt wanted and at ease but most importantly, safe. Somewhere deep inside Jasmine knew James wouldn't harm her, so she let all her walls crumble, let her arms and legs stretch, and let James play with her body like she secretly wished a man would!
Jasmine then felt James' warm tongue tap the nape of her red neck. Its tip was moist, warm and alluring. Jasmine shuddered for a second as she got used to its sensation on her beautiful skin. James' tongue didn't just smack itself fully on her skin... no... James knew the order of sensation. He knew how the nervous system worked in the human body, and only applied light touches at first. James' tongue flicked itself upwards into the roots of her hair, just above the base of her neck. James gripped her hair tightly in one hand while his warm tongue flicked and licked her skin in slow yet quick motions across the grain of her hair.
