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Jasmine laid happily on the lounge chair by the pool in a red bikini, relishing the feeling of the sun on her skin. It was a beautiful warm day and the sun felt amazing. She had been moving slowly all morning, nursing a hangover from a night out at a friend's bachelorette party that had gotten a little out of hand, and after lots of water, ibuprofen, and some food she was finally feeling human again and comfortable in her skin.
She stretched out and sighed contentedly, enjoying her day off and getting to spend time in this gloriously private yard with a high wooden fence, lush plants, and a beautiful pool. She couldn't remember how she had wound up at her lover Luka's house last night, and they had already gotten up and gone to work by the time she finally woke up, but it was extremely luxurious to get to enjoy the beautiful Southern California mid-century-modern home, yard, and pool all to herself.
Jasmine and Luka had been dating for just over two years, and they had started talking about Jasmine moving in when her lease was up. She couldn't believe her luck that she had found someone she enjoyed spending time with and was as attracted to as she was Luka.
Luka was the first non-binary person Jasmine had ever dated. They were masc of center with the look of an androgynous James Dean. Jasmine has always been interested in both men and women, but Luka was the hottest possible combination of both and neither, and was the most thoughtful partner (and best lover) she had ever had.
Jasmine felt a jolt of anxiety as a memory from the night before made its way to the surface of her mind and bits and pieces of a conversation began to come back to her. Had she really told Luka about her most intimate fantasies? A flush ran up from her chest to her cheeks, burning at the memory of her loose lips. Jasmine was 99% sure that she had confessed that she was turned on by spanking last night. Not just a little light play spanking, but hard punishments for her ass, tits, and pussy. She felt shame burn her ears remembering how sloppy drunk she had been, asking Luka to punish her for being a dirty, greedy, slut. Had she confessed that part of her missed the feeling of being objectified and lusted over by men? That she wanted Luka to expose her in a public place and let men watch, to punish her in front of them and maybe even let them help? She covered her face with her hands, had she royally fucked up last night? She couldn't remember Luka's response. Were they open to it? Repulsed? Weirded out? Shame washed over her and simultaneously she began to feel her pussy warm and pulse. Oh god. Just thinking about it was turning her on.
Fighting to take control of her anxiety Jasmine took deep breaths and tried to trust that the fact that Luka hadn't kicked her out of their home last night was a sign that she hadn't ruined everything. Jasmine had never been so drunk as she was the night before, and she vowed to never be that drunk again. No more tequila for her! More memories were floating to the surface now, had she danced on top of a table? Oh lord. She now vaguely remembered a friend sharing a Lyft with her and getting dropped off at Lukas after they closed down the bar.
Jasmine thought more about what she had shared with Luka last night. Maybe it was a good thing. She'd never been brave enough to ask for what she wanted before, she had hinted at it, she had asked for parts of what she wanted, but never just said it so plainly. One of the reasons Jasmine loved Luka was because they made her feel so comfortable and safe, like she could tell them anything. She had been brave enough to tell Luka that she liked having her pussy and tits slapped last year and it had made the sex they had together the hottest of Jasmine's life.
She had asked Luka to use their belt on her pussy just a couple months ago while they were fucking her with their hand and licking her clit. Luka had been game. They had gotten off the bed and taken their belt off slowly, told her to slide down to the end of the bed and spread her legs wide, folded their belt in half and looked her in the eyes building the tension. Jasmine had almost come just from this part of her fantasy life becoming real. When Luka had started gently slapping her open cunt with the belt Jasmine had gasped and become feral with need. She had begged Luka to whip her pussy harder, proffered up her tits for the belt, and then had the longest, hardest orgasm of her life when Luka resumed sucking her clit and fucking her. She assured herself that this was actually just the next logical step, that most of this information was not actually new, but still felt butterflies ricocheting around her stomach.
Jasmine realized that she had been rubbing her thighs together mindlessly as all of this ran through her mind. Her pussy was throbbing with her heartbeat and she felt aching and needy. She knew that though her mind was foggy about last night, she hadn't gotten off. Luka would never have been interested in sex with her of any kind when she was that drunk, and she could feel the built up tension from sharing her secret desires. It might be time to actually work some of this nervous and needy energy out of her system. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and ran her hands down her body. She started by lightly drawing her fingertips over her neck and shoulders, then lightly traced them over her bikini top, feeling her nipples harden through the thin fabric. With one hand she played with her breasts, gently plucking at her nipples to tease herself a little then pinching them hard. She loved her tits, they were fucking fabulous. Round, full, and heavy, with dark pink nipples, they sat high on her chest. They were incredibly responsive to touch, and became perky with just the smallest attention. With her other hand she trailed her fingers down her smooth stomach, and then lightly ran her fingers around the top edge of her bottoms and the strings that tied them together at either side. She trailed her fingers lightly down the front of her suit then spread her legs apart and traced between them, teasing and tickling her pussy lips and clit, not giving herself the pressure she wanted just yet, letting it build.
She began to think of the night Luka had used the belt. She squeezed her breasts harder and began to run the flat of her hand over her pussy with more force, dragging the thin fabric of her suit up and down, pulling it up into a little wedgie between her lips then went back to lightly teasing her clit. Running a finger up and down her slit she felt her suit become wet as her desire continued to build. She slipped her hands under her suit, one roughly grabbing her breasts, the other dragging over her small manicured bush, then dipping two fingers into her wetness and circling her clit with her thumb. She was soaking and her fingers slipped into her easily.
Her eyes squeezed tightly closed she ran through the scene in her mind, her breath hitching as she played with her clit and nipples thinking about Luka staring into her eyes while slapping her pussy with their belt. She didn't hear the sliding glass door to the living room open as her feet and legs began to flex, back arching off the lounger, moaning a quiet whine as she was about to come.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Jasmine gasped at Luka's stern voice, quickly pulling her hands out of her suit and sitting up. Waves of heat rolled through her body as she looked up at them dazedly. She knew that they must have seen everything she was doing, when had they gotten home? Was everything ok? Did they still want her? Had this made it better or worse? Her heart pounded from being so close to the edge of coming and shame blazed a flush from her breasts up to her ears.
"I said, what do you think you're doing?"
"I, uh, I was feeling anxious and trying to take the edge off a bit?" Jasmine's answer came out as more of a question, then she let out a few nervous chuckles. Luka did not look impressed. "I'm sorry about last night" Jasmine rushed to say, gripping the edge of the lounger she sat on.
