Jasmine Explores the Clinic after Dark (The Demeter Foundation, Chapter 2)
That evening at dinner, Jasmine thought of giving the waiter a little incentive, maybe squeezing one of his arse-cheeks as he passed by, or unbuttoning one or two buttons on her blouse so she might give him a quick, confidential nipple slip. But she decided against it, not wanting to get him in trouble. Besides, she felt sure he would keep his promise to meet her after the end of his shift that night: the erection in his trousers at the sight of her *clothed* breasts told her that (though the nipples did make their presence known, dark shadows, little hills under the tight fabric of her shirt).
The rest of the meal was quite pleasant, the boisterous company a remarkable distraction from the small portions of food provided. She met more people than she could remember, both guests and staff. The clinic doctor stopped by to talk and she was immediately taken with him. A handsome African, he spoke with a precise American accent and his eyes were penetrating, almost seeming to undress her as they roamed over her body, in a way that seemed almost, but not quite, unprofessional. He told her he was sorry he could not provide her with an appointment the day of her arrival, but she really had to be seen tomorrow. She thanked him, but felt somehow uneasy at the thought.
After dinner, she returned to her rooms and spent some time sorting things out from her luggage into drawers and onto hangers. Then, after changing into a bikini and grabbing a towel, she headed out to the pool where she had arranged her assignation. She had specifically chosen the *clothing optional* pool, but had to wear *something* for the walk over to it. In fact, even when she got there, she removed only her sandals, enjoying the thought of the look on his face as she pulled down her top, revealing herself. A *nipple slip* indeed!
For half an hour she splashed about pleasantly, even swimming a few laps. Ren, her trainer, would be pleased to hear she had been exercising. Jasmine was pleased to see the handsome young waiter appearing right on time.
"Roll up your cuffs and sit right on the side," she said, patting the flagstone, still warm from the afternoon sunshine. She had suspected he would not have a swimsuit to change into, but resolved to make the best of it. Reaching behind her back, she untied the bikini straps. Her sun-browned breasts tumbled out and splashed heavily into the water, the nipples already stiffly erect.
"Now unzip for me," she said, her breasts bobbing and floating as she waded towards him, "I'd like to do a little titty-fuck, but I don't think there's time to," she lifted up her left breast and blew on it, dislodging a droplet of water from the nipple, "time to dry off!"
The boy must have been watching her big titties and round arse-cheeks for a while before she saw him, because unzipping revealed he was already firmly erect and starting to pearl. She just *adored* the way her body, even with her most juicy bits covered by a bikini, made any audience of cocks rock hard.
Teasing, she touched the nipple of her left breast to the clear drop of pre-cum forming at the tip of his cockhead, then lifted her breast up so she could lick it off. "So potent," she whispered conspiratorially, "I better not get any of this elixir anywhere near my hoohaa!" She let go of her breast again -- it splashed him when it hit the water -- and bent over to take his cock in her mouth. With some satisfaction, she discovered he'd trimmed his shiny brown pubic hair short, so it wouldn't tickle her nose, but hadn't shaved it smooth. Jasmine always thought that was a little too little-boy creepy -- plus it looked like chicken parts.
The waiter, who had long ago discovered that obtaining oral from his girlfriend required endless humiliating begging and cajoling -- even *after* the two of them had moved in together! -- was properly astonished. He watched her head bobbing up and down, stared at her beautiful rounded arse. *Bigger even than my girlfriend's,* he thought to himself, as she wiggled out of her bikini, letting it drift down around her ankles.
"Ms Jasmine," he moaned, "That feels sooo gooood!" He wanted to tell her he hadn't had sex in days, but when he got home tonight if his girlfriend (who was, if anything, even heavier than Jasmine!) was finally ready to play, he was going to tell that girl *no, see how YOU like it!*
But what he said to Jasmine was only, "Can I cum in your mouth?" His girlfriend had *never* let him cum in her mouth. He was just glad he could restrain himself, though he had some close calls. She didn't like his sperm shooting out over her tits, but she didn't get angry. He thought she might, if he couldn't hold it in and came in her mouth.
Jasmine took his cock out of her mouth for just the half-second required to say, "Come for me. Now."
So he did.
Jasmine's last blowjob of that day was an absolute *geyser* from a pair of frustrated young testicles and stored in a tender, sensitive prostate until she forced it to release. She swallowed mouthful after mouthful, blowing and gasping to get oxygen in between the boy's copious squirts, then kept him in her mouth, gently sucking the last drops as he softened and shrank.
"Mmm!" she said, finally releasing him, "That was simply scrumptious!" She swallowed again so he could see her throat working.
Finally managing to catch his breath, he asked, "Would you like me to, uh...?" for of course he hadn't brought *her* to an orgasm. He was already imagining her lying on the wet flagstones, still warm from the sun, opening her legs and tonguing her until her juices ran down his chin.
"Just help me put my bikini top back on, dear boy," she smiled, pulling up her bikini bottom and covering (most of) her round arse-cheeks, "Maybe some other day we'll have time to play a little longer?" She, too, was thinking of his tongue. His cock felt so *nice* in her mouth and she just *knew* it would feel even nicer inside her hungry vaj. Her vaj was dripping wet by now, and that wasn't just because she was standing in a swimming pool! But it would have to be his tongue only, if she wanted to remain "faithful" to her boyfriend.
"Of course," he said, as she turned around and let him fumble with the ties until her sizable breasts were secure in their triangles of wet fabric again, "Could I walk you to your rooms?"
"That will be simply splendid!" She headed over to the pool steps while he unfolded her towel. She slipped on her sandals as he dried her off, paying particular attention to her buttocks, thighs and breasts. She didn't object.
When he was done, she wrapped the towel around herself. It was big, but it barely fit all the way around her hips. Seeing he looked a little sad at her covering up, she pulled it off again and draped it over her shoulders, giving him as much of a view as permitted in the clothing-required areas. Taking him by the hand, she led him back to her rooms, but making it clear he wasn't coming in with her, "This way you'll know where I'm staying and you can come see me tomorrow." Oh, he definitely wasn't going to show any interest in his girlfriend tonight, even if she *did* by coincidence decide to show any interest in him tonight.
She wondered if anyone would be dubious about seeing the two of them holding hands, but they encountered no other denizens of the Demeter Foundation on their little walk.
At her door, she gave him a quick kiss, pulled down the bikini top and said, "A quick kiss here too, for luck!" He bent down and kissed her nipple, straining to avoid the temptation to take it in his mouth and suck: the big brown nub was very sensitive and still quite stiff and prominent. It was the same nipple she'd touched his cock with... Did he detect a taste of his sperm, or was that from kissing her lips? "See you tomorrow," she whispered, and closed the door.
