Click!
That moment changed everything for Jasmine. That moment when she felt Tristan's cock click into place inside her, filling her so perfectly, kept playing through her mind as she drove home in the middle of the night. She couldn't stop smiling, and as she drove, she could feel her pussy throbbing, wanting more.
Tristan couldn't switch off. He had thought that giving Jasmine her orgasm would close this chapter and his debts would be paid, but he now craved her more than ever. She'd left, and all he could think was how he wanted her to still be there. To be able to wake up alongside her naked body would be heaven.
She messaged him to say she'd got back safely, and despite the lateness of the hour they continued messaging for a long time. They chatted about the events of the evening, and shared the incredible connection they had both felt. Tristan told her how he wished she could have spent the night, and Jasmine yearned for it too.
Over the next few weeks, it was clear that Jasmine's feelings towards Tristan had changed. He was now the sole object of her desires, and behaved as such. She would sit next to him in meetings so should could touch him under the table, she would message him more and more explicit things at all hours of the day and night and would find opportunities to meet him outside of work and they would sit in the back of Tristan's car and behave like horny teenagers.
It didn't take long until an opportunity to spend the night together came round. Jasmine's husband was away on business, so she agreed to meet Tristan at a country club carpark so they could go together in one car to a hotel Tristan had booked for his own "business trip".
Jasmine chose her outfit carefully. She opted for a green dress with low cut neckline, which only enhanced her already impressive breasts. As always, she wore high heels; this time an elegant pair of green and black ones, with sexy, black stockings highlighting her long, athletic legs.
Tristan met her as she got out of her car with the intention of putting her case into his trunk. But such was the impact of her outfit, he stood transfixed, not quite sure of what to do or say.
"Is everything OK?" asked Jasmine. "Is what I'm wearing alright?"
"You. Look. Incredible!" Tristan was finally able to catch his breath long enough to talk. His eyes didn't know where to focus first. Her dress was more revealing than anything she'd ever worn to work and the combination of green and black complemented her dark hair and light brown skin. It hugged her figure in all the right places, showcasing the curves of her femininity.
Jasmine flashed her wide and beautiful smile and put her own case into his trunk before Tristan had gathered himself sufficiently. She closed the trunk and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Come on," she encouraged, "let's get to the hotel." and with that climbed into the passenger seat.
Tristan gathered himself just in time to help her with her door, and got in to take them as quickly as he could to the hotel.
They checked into the hotel, and Jasmine suggested they went for a drink at the bar next door. Despite his yearning for her, Tristan knew that he'd need some alcohol inside him for what was to come, and was happy to draw out the evening for a while.
As Jasmine entered the bar, Tristan could see the looks from the men as they saw her. As he walked her to a table in the corner with his hand on her waist, he could feel himself growing in his jeans.
After buying himself a beer and a Diet Coke for Jasmine, Tristan took a seat next to her and placed his hand on her thigh. He could smell her now familiar fragrance and smiled uncontrollably as she smiled back at him. She lightly stroked his hand as it rested on her leg and every movement raised his heart rate just a little bit more.
Tristan had noticed that Jasmine had two smiles. The first one was simply enchanting, and captured men and women alike with its beauty. The second, Tristan had initially seen before their first kiss and much more frequently over the following weeks. It was reserved for him, and was a deeper, almost serious smile, which Tristan felt drew him, through her sparkling brown eyes, into her very soul. As he looked at her now, he felt like every cell of his being was being drawn into her. His heart raced, his cock throbbed, and he needed to have her as soon as possible.
As much as Jasmine wanted to jump on Tristan the moment they were in the hotel, she also wanted to build the anticipation further. Their first time together had caught them both off guard, but this evening, she knew she was going to have sex with him, and wanted it to be about more than that. She wanted to have some time out in public with him, and being this far away from home gave them a rare chance to do this.
As they sat and chatted, Jasmine could feel herself tingling. She watched how he was looking at her with his bright blue eyes and she felt excited and wanted. The way he held her leg was purely a sign of affection and she in turn wanted the physical contact so placed her hand on his. He hadn't tried to make a move on her and looked like he was just basking in her company.
"Shall we head back to the room?" asked Jasmine as soon as Tristan put his empty bottle down. She had made him wait long enough.
Tristan didn't need asking twice, but tried to give the outward appearance of staying calm and relaxed. They held hands as they walked slowly back to the hotel and Tristan was glad he'd managed to adjust his cock in his jeans when she wasn't looking, so at least had a level of comfort as they made the short journey up to the room.
Once inside the room, Jasmine felt nervous. She had grown to really like Tristan and didn't want to do anything which would either put him off or make her appear as anything other than desirable. Playing on her mind was the significance of them spending the night. This wasn't just going to be about sex. He would get to see her in her post-sleep state, without her usual make-up and her hair unstraightened. She suddenly felt very vulnerable.
Tristan could sense Jasmine's nerves. He also felt scared himself. He desperately wanted to be good for Jasmine, but had deep-rooted self-doubt about his sexual prowess. His wife had made him feel inadequate and undesired for a long time, and he feared he would ruin the image Jasmine currently had of him. He had given Jasmine a good experience that first time, but there was a high chance he wouldn't be able to live up to it again.
Tristan, very sensitively, brushed his hands through Jasmine's hair in that now familiar way. He loved touching her, and her reaction to his contact confirmed that she enjoyed it just as much. He ran his hand behind her neck and slowly, but with slight pressure, massaged the nape of her neck. As she melted under his touch, Tristan leaned in and kissed her softly. Their lips met, and Jasmine parted her mouth. Tristan found her tongue there, waiting to receive his own and their tips danced together for a while as they kissed slowly and passionately. Their mouths opened more and let their tongues wrap around each other.
Jasmine let out a moan and Tristan began to try to run his hands over her. His right hand moved with purpose from her neck down her back tracing the line of her spine to her waist, lingering momentarily before moving onto her firm and shapely arse. His other hand, he placed on her hip, then moved it up her side and felt her shake slightly as he ran it up her body. His hand then met the side of her breast and began to caress it as Jasmine moaned out again.
Jasmine felt Tristan's gentle hand run through her hair, and her nerves began to dissipate as she relaxed under his soothing touch. She felt herself drawn in and their lips and tongues worked in unison as their kiss increased in intensity. She then felt his hands appreciating her body, and she felt her pussy swelling with anticipation as he held her arse and breast.
She felt Tristan begin to move to undo her dress. She desperately wanted him to, but reluctantly blocked him. "Give me a minute," she said, and begrudgingly pulled herself out of his arms and slipped into the bathroom.
Tristan wondered what Jasmine was doing and took the time to make himself comfortable. He slipped off his shoes and socks, and sat himself on the end of the bed with the TV remote and flicked through the different stations until he settled on a music channel playing music videos from the charts. He turned the volume down so it was little more than background noise and watched it until he heard the bathroom door open.
In the bathroom, Jasmine looked at herself in the mirror. She wiped off her lipstick which had been smudged slightly from the kissing, and composed herself. She had been so neglected of any attention or compliments from her husband that all of the body confidence she had previously had was gone. It had been over ten years since she had modelled bikinis, and in the mirror, she struggled to see the woman she knew Tristan saw. She had revelled in the attention this successful and handsome man had shown her, and wanted to feed his desires for her. She had considered how she could have sex with Tristan without having to have her body out on display. This she decided was the best plan, and had bought the outfit she put on specially for the occasion.
Jasmine nervously walked back into the room, with her arms partly across her body in a defensive position. She had changed out of her dress and was now wearing an emerald green silk negligee with black lace trimming the edges. It lightly hung over her body, skimming her thighs. It had a low neckline which showed off her perfect cleavage and her hard nipples stood proud through the silk.
Tristan stood up and walked over to her. Her nerves had once again taken a hold of her. He took hold of her hands and held them out slightly, deliberately and obviously looking her up and down. "You look amazing!" Tristan said with absolute honesty.
"This has to stay on!" commanded Jasmine. Tristan nodded to show that he understood.
