This is the second part of the story. James comes back for more bossy treatment from Jazz.
Part 2
It was another few weeks before he heard from Jazz again. He left her a message a few days after they met but she didn't answer. She didn't even open it.
Then one evening he got a short: How about tomorrow 9pm?
In the first impulse he wanted to turn her down, after the dismissal she gave him last time. She treated him like a fucking school boy!
But the invitation was staring at him and the memories from the last time clouded his judgment. He still didn't
fuck her up her ass and he really wanted to do it. That helped him to make up his mind.
At 9pm on the dot he was again waiting at the door to her studio. This time she took longer to open and James's anxiety increased. It would be just like her to invite him and not open the door, leaving him totally humiliated and with a painful erection to deal with.
Finally he heard the lock click, the next minute his jaw hit the floor. Jazz was wearing a dark red, impossibly tight, sexy dress and high heels. Her hair was up, she had delicate makeup on. James, who only saw her in her casual work clothes, could not believe how hot she looked. The dress showed off perfect figure with large breasts, firm round ass and long slim legs that in those high heels seemed even longer.
James stared at her speechless, until she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside.
"I'm just back from the party, I was going to change, but I thought you may want to see my dress. Do you like it?" She tilted her head and smiled.
James nodded, still unable to find his words. She walked to the sofa, he could see her round firm butt, swinging enticingly. When she bent down to put the wine on the table the dress moved up so high it almost showed what was underneath. James' mouth started watering. He had to fuck that ass tonight!
Jazz sat on the sofa and patted the spot next to her. He followed obediently.
"You look a bit dazed. Everything ok?" she asked with her usual mocking smile.
That brought him back to reality. She was still a fucking lose cannon, he needed to be on his guard.
"You look stunning," he said trying to keep the sheer amazement out of his voice. Probably didn't succeed.
Jazz moved closer and touched his cheek with her manicured finger, deep red nail varnish, he noticed.
She traced it along his jawline to his lips. He held it between his teeth, touching it lightly with his tongue. When she gave him one of her rare dazzling smiles, James' head started to spin.
"Those heels are getting really uncomfortable, I should really take them off," she whispered and looked in his eyes.
Just looked.
Next minute James was on the floor freeing her feet from black stilettos. He didn't even know how it happened, but it didn't matter.
He traced his hands up her leg, very high until he found the edge of her stockings and slowly peeled them off, kissing the smooth skin on the way down. He did the same with the other one.
Still kneeling between her legs he reached under her butt and pulled her to the edge of the sofa. Her dress rode up, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
James' jeans, already painfully tight, tightened even more.
Right in front of him her perfect pussy, with beautifully pink lips, was already glistening with her juices.
"I thought I'd spare you the trouble of taking off my pants this time," she murmured.
James moved her dress higher and spread her legs wider. He admired the view for a while then lowered his head to kiss the sensitive skin between the hip and her leg, slowly tracing his tongue to the center. He gently licked her pussy lips, feeling the smoothness of the skin. She was shaven clean this time. He moved a little lower to her opening and traced a circle around it.
Jasmine reached out to put her hands on his head but grabbed them and held firmly, pressed to her thighs, with his arms keeping her legs wide open. She was at his mercy now and he would make sure she remembered it.
He teased around her entry then licked his way up to her clit, already swollen. He flicked his tongue on it, producing a louder moan from Jazz. He sucked it gently at first, when her moans became louder and her hips started buckling he increased the pressure and pace. She tried to free herself from his grip, but he wouldn't let her. Eyes closed, breathing fast, and moving her hips to meet his mouth, she was about to come, but James was not done with teasing.
He brought her to the very edge of her climax then stopped.
