Jasmin Marchand had her full lips wrapped around Mark Archer's erect penis when her cellphone rang. He was sitting on the couch in his living room in a T-shirt and his glasses, his sweat pants in a puddle around his bare ankles and Jasmin was kneeling between his legs with her head bent determinedly to her task. She continued to bob her head up and down on his shaft, her hands leaving their stroking duties to search for the chiming handset in her purse as it hung down from her shoulder.
She was licking up the leaking pre-cum from the head of his penis when she brought the phone up to look at the name of the caller on the screen. 'Bianca' it said. Impatient Bianca, wondering how come 'dropping off a message' was taking so long. Jasmin hit the answer button and took her mouth off him. "I'll be right down. Give me a minute!"
"Well, hurry up!" Bianca laughed. "We want to get to the cute guys before some other women snatch them up!"
"Uh-hmm." Jasmin hummed in acknowledgment, her tongue going up and down his cock before Bianca had gotten out her second word. Her eyes locked on Mark's amused face as she hit the hang-up button and continued what she was doing. She licked, sucked, kissed even as she stroked his shaft with her hands, and she fondled and licked his balls and repeatedly took him back into her mouth until he gave a sharp cry and jerked as his cum began to enter her mouth in spurts. She closed her eyes and swallowed automatically ...
Two and a half months since their first fateful night of hard sex and a weekend she had spent naked and being fondled, kissed, licked and fucked in her apartment and then his, their 'arrangement' had not burned itself out. And sex with Mark had become a rather regular part of her life. At least two days of every week, sometimes three, once or twice four, involved at some point, Mark's dick or tongue sliding inside her pussy and a significant number of orgasms before they took their leave of each other. Her last two month's entries into her journal made it read like a sex novel and she had not showed it to her therapist since she made the fateful decision to enter in that first night with Mark ... in rather explicit detail. Afterwards, Jasmin found herself entering as much of every encounter as she could. Thankfully, after two pointed inquiries and a few indirect suggestions, much to her relief, Dr. Patterson had quietly let the matter of her journal lie.
This was the second episode of sexual contact between them that day. He had taken her from behind that afternoon in the hotel on 53rd, hard and fast, coming less than five minutes after their entry into the room. Jasmin, easily orgasmic, had still managed to come within that short time. There was often no time to fully undress when she got to the hotel during their lunchtime rendezvous so she usually just hiked up her skirt and opened her blouse, spreading her legs or bending over for him, her panties and bra often off before she left her office. This time, she had successfully gotten her top and office pants off, but her panties she had simply pulled aside, impatient for him to enter her after three days without him being inside her. He had travelled on business and after the second day, with a higher than normal workload, she had become a bundle of nerves and thoughts of him stroking inside her suddenly to began to invade her mind at inopportune moments throughout the day.
The blowjob she was administering now was an apology of sorts. She had arrived less than five minutes earlier to give it to him, telling him to sit down and shut up after a quick licking kiss on his lips at the door. She had then hung up her coat and quickly gone to work. Usually she liked to take her time but she had people waiting for her downstairs so she was doing what she knew would overwhelm him quickly so she could swallow him and get back to the car.
It would be her birthday at the stroke of midnight and he had obviously planned to have her already impaled on his cock at the moment the clock struck twelve. But Jasmin's girlfriends had already arranged a night out dancing to celebrate and she could not cancel. Mark had not complained or said anything beyond a neutral "That's okay" when she told him over the phone. It was when he had called to tell her to meet him at the hotel that morning. Jasmin thought he was disappointed - his fucking of her in the hotel had a touch of ... anger to it, which her naughty side had liked more than she wanted to admit. She was feeling some regret too - she was looking forward to being with her friends, some of whom she had not seen in more than a year - but greeting a new year in her life with an orgasm was something her naughty side would have liked as well. Very much.
As soon as she was certain he was done cumming, Jasmin took her mouth off Mark's penis and stood up, job done. Without another word, she went to the last-minute-check mirror by his apartment door, examining herself before she went back out for any tell-tale signs.
There was a small droplet of cum on her chin and she quickly wiped and licked it off her finger. She reached into her purse for a tube of lipstick and gloss and layered them both on her lips - having left her earlier application on Mark's now semi-flaccid member. She examined herself in the mirror one last time, fidgeting needlessly with long black hair that was still tight in its bun. She was wearing a low rise long black skirt with a slit up to her upper mid-thigh and a white cotton wrap-around shrug top with wide sleeves and a neckline that showed a moderate but noteworthy amount of cleavage. Matching dangling ear-rings and an ankle bracelet, together with a black choker with a gold pendant around her neck completed the picture along with her tiny white handbag and white strappy leather high-heels. She was wearing disposable green contacts on her brown eyes and they looked back at her as she gave herself another once-over.
Jasmin wondered if her friends would notice how her nipples were sharply poking through the lace of her demi-cup and the cotton of her top. She wondered even more if she should have simply straddled and ridden him to his release. Her pussy was alive with heat but it would be some minutes at the earliest before he would be able to 'rise to the occasion.' Jasmin turned around to find Mark standing and pulling his sweat pants up, and she walked up to him.
"I'll be back as soon as I can. 2 o'clock?" she said, putting her arms around his neck and pressing herself against him.
He kissed her. "Sure. That'll be okay."
Jasmin was still enjoying the next kiss, and the way his hands were stroking her bared hips, when the phone started ringing again. She broke the kiss, sighing. "Be ready for me, Mr. Archer." she said, looking pointedly at his crotch and running her hand over it. Then she touched herself through her skirt. "Cause I'll be ready for you."
He grinned nonchalantly, the all too familiar predatory gleam in his eyes. "Sure."
She nodded happily. It may be nothing more than an 'arrangement' but she would keep him happy if she could. It was definitely worth it for the consistently great - mindblowing, in fact - and satisfyingly regular sex she was having with him. She wore her coat and was answering the phone as his apartment door closed behind her. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
The line in front of the club was not quite as long as they had feared. Jasmin, Bianca, Nadine, Anna and Charlotte climbed out of their taxi and quickly walked across the street to join the queue. It took less than five minutes for them to reach the front but by that time, Nadine had been forced to fend off two especially strong advances from men on the line while Bianca had allowed one to strike up a conversation with her. The rest of her friends had simply exchanged knowing smiles - Bianca was an incorrigible flirt. Nadine, Anna and Jasmin were still catching up - the three of them had not been together in the same place for almost two years.
